If it wasnt for the desert called a "blintz" which was certain to soak up a lot of the alcohol I had consumed last night I am sure that I would have been broken today. I got up late and didnt do too much.
Tried to look at some shops but didnt find much of interest.
After a few drinks, I ended up at a charming old italian restaurant just off eighth avenue in Chelsea for dinner. It even had Frank Sinatra songs playing - If I hadnt realised already- I was definitely in New York and three weeks into my trip feeling a bit homesick. (a big hello to everyone at home)
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I know what you mean about the home sickness. I felt that 6-7 months into my trip and seriously thought about coming home. But dont do that as you'll only regret it. Now chin up and get out there fella, as time is a ticking. Your trip is already 25% over and the rest of it is going to fly by.
JJ
awww thanks jase...
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