Howdy from New Jersey. If you click on the pic above (to embiggen) and look far out into the distance you'll see a city. That's NYC. Cool, huh? When we flew into Newark we could see the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty.
Before I begin this story of mad adventure in the Garden State we must back track a few days to last Friday when the pain in my back and hip that began on Thursday concerned me enough that I wasn't sure I could travel with it so I tried to get into my doctor. Right...not happening, so I spent two hours in the home of plague and pestilence otherwise known as the walk-in clinic. SO many sick people. When they checked me in the nurse asked me why I wasn't coughing or puking since everyone else was. After some pokes and prods and "can you do this....how about this" it was decided that it could be a) related to my herniated disc b) arthritis in my hip or c) a sprained hip/butt, and no, I have no idea how that could have happened. He gave me pain meds and went back to dealing with the sick people. It was much improved by the time we boarded on Sunday am.
I gotta say, traveling is a hassle. My boarding pass would not spit out of the kiosk machine so we had to wait in line for help, after we waited in line just to use the kiosk machine. Then we stood in the security line for at least an hour. We screamed on to that plane at the last possible minute and discovered a family of undetermined culture (India, Iranian?) and limited English in our seats. Flight attendant helped us work it out. The flight was reasonably uneventful if you don't count the 8 year old son of the previously mentioned family who talked and whined and kicked my seat for 2 hours. His poor grandmother, who pulled the short straw and had to sit next to him, looked like she could use a drink.
Here is what I have learned about New Jersey so far:
*You can't turn left, except in the places where you can turn left. Some intersections you can't turn right or left. There are these little places where you turn right and double back. Makes for interesting navigation.
*It is against the law to pump your own gas in New Jersey. Go figure.
*There are holly trees here. HUGE holly trees.
*Newark, or at least the bits of it we saw, is horrible. An armpit of horrible and there are a zillion little hotels there. Seriously, like on every corner there is another hotel and most of them privately owned. Are these hooker hotels? I don't know. I can't imagine there is that big a call for lodging in an arm pit.
*Red Bank, which is where we are staying, in beautiful. Night and day from Newark. The view from our hotel room is epic. I'll share a pic tomorrow. The sun is too bright right now.
*I have seen neither Stephanie Plum nor Snooki, but hey, it's early yet.
Once we finally made it to Red Bank we quickly unpacked and headed for the beach, which was roughly 20 minutes away. We drove through a town called Rumson that was founded in 1665. Lots of money lives there. Incredibly beautiful old homes. I dig the picture above because I think the way my sweater was hanging makes it look like I have wings.
So today I dropped AH off at his training, stopped at Panera and got one of the scrumptious cheesey eggy things and found my way back to the hotel without incident. I think later I will explore the down town area here a bit, locate the yarn store for sure, and then chill in the room. Yesterday's activity level pushed the hip pain in to overdrive so I think a day of rest is in order and this room is so heavenly I hate to leave it.