My dad, my sister and I are spending a week in New York, starting Monday. (Though we all fly out at ten o’clock, we’re not on the same plane, by the way: my dad’s trip is technically business-related so he’s taking a direct one to Newark, while Anneke and I are travelling through Houston because we’re flying on his frequent flyer miles and when you fly for free, you don’t complain. At least I don’t. This does mean, for the geographically challenged of you, that our route looks something like this:
So that should be fun.)
I am very excited, even if I haven’t starting planning an itinerary at all yet. That’s what those 14 hours on the plane are for, right? Expect pictures when I get back!