The last two weeks flew by in a blur. I had a great time with my parents, spending my time eating, talking, swimming, shopping, walking, sight-seeing and laughing. It was great to see them, although obviously sad when I saw the backs of their heads disappear as they merged into the crowds in departures at JFK while I stood behind the security gates.
Alas, we had horribly hot and humid weather while they were here, but my Mum managed like a trooper while the heat did affect my dad on a couple of occasions. Still, most parents wouldn't have had the stamina to do what they did. My mother and I swam laps in their hotel pool every morning, capping out at 164 laps each on Friday (about 90 laps of a standard Olympic size pool). Even though I didn't get to yoga, I gave myself a workout.
During their holiday, we went to see the New York Philharmonic at Prospect Park, walked through Central Park, went to the Acquarium at Coney Island and walked down the boardwalk and on the beach, walked the High Line, wandered around Cobble Hill, the Upper West Side, Chinatown, the Financial District, the Flatiron District, Soho, Nolita, Tribeca, the Meatpacking District and the West Village, hid from the heat in Rockefeller Center, Time Warner Center/Columbus Circle and Chelsea Market and went out to Long Island to meet with Evan's family. We shopped quite a bit--J. Crew proving to be a favourite with both parents: Mum got eight t-shirts, including three 3/4 sleeved striped tops and Dad found two pairs of trousers, two shirts and a hat. Mum also found a cardigan at Anthropologie and Dad got four shirts from Century 21.
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