Spent the day embracing the power of rapid WiFi to plan the next few stages of our trip in the warmth and comfort of Casey's Hoboken apartment. Eventually we ventured out in the afternoon to head to Brooklyn for a delicious meal, chosen solely on the hilarity of the name; Spaghetti Pudding. Warming Bordeoux and delicious food; al dente pasta with almost the entire ocean combined through a red sauce to make a killer marinara.
Stomachs full, we headed to the Brooklyn bridge. Ever since I properly noticed the beauty and skills utilised in the creation of the Clifton suspension bridge in Bristol , UK I've had a weak spot for bridges. And the Brooklyn Bridge did not disappoint. Not by a long way! Walking from Brooklyn to New York was spectacular with panoramic city views, from the Statue of Liberty to the Empire State and beyond. After completing the walk I had completely forgotten I had toes and a face. I was adamant the wind chill had most likely frozen them and chipped them off when I wasn't paying attention... Which was almost the entire walk across the bridge as I spent the entire stroll smiling like an idiot and pivoting my head and person to cram as much as I could into my optic nerves.
Once back on Manhattan Island we headed to the Financial district to challenge the Charging Bull. Walking past Wall Street was probably the dullest, most uneventful part of my trip. Also, unfortunately, one of the only few pictures that actually turned out. Appreciate the anticlimax below. Woo.
The Charging Bull was impressive but a bit randomly thrown into the middle of the Financial District. I wasn't complaining. Fearful from the front, hilarious from the behind. Much like a rabid doberman with a doggy diaper, I imagine.
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