Top 10 reasons why I did not love New York this time.

10- a 2 1/2 hour airplane ride ended up being 8 hours and in several different airports

9- After arriving at our hostel after a very long day, our very lovely roommates did not want to use the air. AT ALL!!

8- We changed rooms and our new roommates slept pretty much naked and they were asleep all the time.

7- The first subway ride I saw a huge rat- really it ran right by my feet. (yes, I know that there is rats in the subway but I do not want to see them)

6- We did not have much time to do the fun New York things but we really wanted to see Yankee Stadium before they tore in down. They only give tours at 12:00 we called at 12:15.

5- We went to Starbucks to take a break from the apartment hunting and Cynthia got into a argument with some man. She really is the spitfire in the family.

4- Because I was starving I got into a yelling match with the lady at Forever 21.

3- I had never been to New York in the summer and surprisingly there is no air anywhere. Not the subway, most of the restaurants and even the stores. Yes, I know Georgia is hot but really we go from one air condition place to another.

2- We had just a couple of hours on the last day so we chose to ride the Staten Island Ferry. I have always heard how pretty it was and you can get amazing pictures from it. OK- all false- don't get me wrong you can see the Statue of Liberty from the ferry but it is still boring.

1- Lastly, after all of our hard work, after seeing more of harlem and brooklyn than I would ever want to see Cynthia still do not find an apartment. Broken hearted Cynthia is not a fun Cynthia.

the peachtree road race.

I am already behind on posting but I really wanted to share these pictures from the Peachtree Road Race. I was lucky enough this year to be able to go to the Peachtree race. I am going to admit I was a little amazed. I often wish that I lived somewhere else and I have moved many times. But then you come upon an event that reminds us why we love the south. Maybe I should say why I love the south. We had to get up around 5 and I really wanted to be at the finish line. Of course, we were running late, because who really wants to get up a 5 to go see a race. Honestly, I imagined not very many people there. I kept thinking- who would go just to watch strangers run. Boy, was I wrong! I mean wow- there were people everywhere. We could not even get to the finish line because of so many people. The best part was that as the runners were coming through people were cheering them on. Everyone was yelling and clapping. They were encouraging and some even brought noise makers. There was flags everywhere - people were happy. I couldn't believe it. Who knows? All races might be like that- maybe it's a American tradition that I just didn't know about. I do know that it reminded me of how lucky I am to be born here.