Almost Homeless
It seems like we are at loss when we are not at home. We had the whole day to us in the most exciting city of the world. We love the city the most outside any cities that we didn't make our home. Still, we are so reluctant to get into activities especially when we would spend the day without our friends. We left the hotel close to noon and took a walk along the Fifth Avenue nearby. Had an amazing lunch at a busy cafe. While walking back to Central Park, on the 53rd Street, we came across a niche kind of spot with blanket and sheets layed out for a person to sleep. I said to Lui, "If I were a homeless person, this could the kind of spot I would pick too, so cozy."
We spent the afternoon at the Central Park. Like an old retired couple, we sat on the bench chatting about Salinger's "The Catcher in Rye Field" that set the Central park as part of it's backdrops. We observed people who were sitting on the next bench and guessed their personalities and mentalities...
With plenty of time, we retrieved our light luggage from the hotel across the street and grabbed a cab to get to the airport. The electronic check-in didn't work. Lined up to the desk, the girl told us our flight was canceled, because of the high wind. I looked outside and asked, "where is the high wind?" She said, "Oh, you cannot see, It's in the sky." We could choose to confirm our flight for tomorrow afternoon. Or we could try standby to get out tonight. Of course we should try standby. It took us quite a few hours that followed to understand standby didn't stand a chance whatsoever. They probably have 2 or 3 seats and people from 2 to 3 cancled flights were all standing by...
In our limited travelling experiences, we had more than our share of missing the flights a couple of times. And we never had encournter any cancelation of our flights yet. This to us was like discovering a fire spark growing inside our house. As this is happening, we tried to minimize the effect. I started calling all the hotels around the airport. All sold out. I called the hotel we stayed last night. Booked solid. My cousin gave me a hotel.com's 800 number. I called. All sold out except one in the entire city of New York. Finally the girl found us the only thing available in Queens. What a switch over night from a parkview suite to a Super 8 room! It turned out to be quite ok, a very small but new place, at lease it was smell free.
We called home to talk to our friends and Sienna in what looked like an endless line waiting for the cab. At 10:30pm, we finally were settled in our hotel room and ordered Chinese takeout that could feed at least 4 people.
For home buddies like us, tonight, we were feeling nearly homeless in New York.
We spent the afternoon at the Central Park. Like an old retired couple, we sat on the bench chatting about Salinger's "The Catcher in Rye Field" that set the Central park as part of it's backdrops. We observed people who were sitting on the next bench and guessed their personalities and mentalities...
With plenty of time, we retrieved our light luggage from the hotel across the street and grabbed a cab to get to the airport. The electronic check-in didn't work. Lined up to the desk, the girl told us our flight was canceled, because of the high wind. I looked outside and asked, "where is the high wind?" She said, "Oh, you cannot see, It's in the sky." We could choose to confirm our flight for tomorrow afternoon. Or we could try standby to get out tonight. Of course we should try standby. It took us quite a few hours that followed to understand standby didn't stand a chance whatsoever. They probably have 2 or 3 seats and people from 2 to 3 cancled flights were all standing by...
In our limited travelling experiences, we had more than our share of missing the flights a couple of times. And we never had encournter any cancelation of our flights yet. This to us was like discovering a fire spark growing inside our house. As this is happening, we tried to minimize the effect. I started calling all the hotels around the airport. All sold out. I called the hotel we stayed last night. Booked solid. My cousin gave me a hotel.com's 800 number. I called. All sold out except one in the entire city of New York. Finally the girl found us the only thing available in Queens. What a switch over night from a parkview suite to a Super 8 room! It turned out to be quite ok, a very small but new place, at lease it was smell free.
We called home to talk to our friends and Sienna in what looked like an endless line waiting for the cab. At 10:30pm, we finally were settled in our hotel room and ordered Chinese takeout that could feed at least 4 people.
For home buddies like us, tonight, we were feeling nearly homeless in New York.
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