A Southern Girl Wakes Up in The City That Never Sleeps...
...as well as the little town of Sharon Springs, which was experiencing its own bout of festive insomnia. I departed Nashville last Thursday, landing four score and several milligrams of Xanax later in the poorly-aged concourses and listless luggage carousels of LaGuardia Airport. My apprehensions at this arrival quickly waned as my shuttle whisked me past blocks brownstone and canyons of concrete, finally depositing me in the midst of sensory overload, courtesy of the neon-fed fervency of Times Square! I stayed at the nearby Hilton thanks to my father's wise recommendation, and savored every moment of the posh and pampered atmosphere they provided. Two days of deco skyscrapers, decadent dinners and Dita Von Teese and it was time for Penn Station and the final leg of my odyssey: boarding the Empire Service to Albany! Business Class on rails! Once there, the PHWW team was reunited and Beth and I were on our way to Sharon Springs and the Harvest Festival! It was a weekend of new friends, new experiences, and new beginnings...and I thought you'd all like to see a few samples of the Northern hospitality this Southern girl got to enjoy! View of the Chrysler Building New York Public Library Radiator Building Sharon Springs Harvest Festival American Hotel Black Cat Cafe Beekman 1802 Mercantile
- Parris House Wool Works