In search of tea...

We are just about to settle down for our first night in New York...

I am trying to fight the tiredness however Pootle has succumbed, and is now in bed whilst I watch American TV and blog. It is 8pm here, which is 1am back in the UK, and as we have been up since 5am...it is totally understandable that she has crashed.

Pootle however can effectively sleep for England, whereas I know if I go to sleep now I will be awake far too early tomorrow. So I have been out for a wee walk to get hot chocolate from Starbucks, to try and fight off the impending drowsiness...

We have had a great first day. We have already seen the Empire State Building; the New York Library; cuddled up to two very fine NYPD officers at Grand Central Station; checked out the Apple store and visited the Bubba Gump Shrimp...

You can not help but be in awe of New York, and more specifically Times Square. Pootle and I have spent most of the afternoon looking up at the skyline, at big tall buildings and as Pootle said, expecting Spider-Man to come swinging through high above us.

Everyone is really friendly and happy to talk. Something the British could learn from to be honest. They are happy to give directions; ask where we are from and just chat...Times Square is very busy, and not only has an abundance of yellow cabs, but every other car appears to be a monster truck or a BMW with blacked out windows. There is nothing small on the roads, no little fiesta's, and I have yet to see a motorbike.

Tomorrow we are off to see Statue of Liberty, The ground zero memorial, Wall Street and much more...and maybe even find an English cup of tea...

We are loving the experience...but will probably love it even more tomorrow once we have had a good nights sleep. So until then when The Year of being Forty sadly comes to an end...