First Impressions

From the bus it felt like any other town. It could have been anywhere until we reached 2nd street. I had a Joey Lawrence moment as I stared down a man made Grand Canyon. Most city streets have an end, but this one stretched to the horizon. We turned on Park Ave and stopped at Grand Central station.

Texas is a lie. Everything is bigger in New York.

We checked into the Hilton New York, took and elevator to the 35th floor, and unloaded into our hotel room. Our room was an Executive level room which means it was the same as every other room only higher. One would expect quite the view from a football field in height. In New York, it's just the side of another taller building with tiny little taxis running about in the street.