New York, part 1 - Tarrytown

Dave and I just spend the most amazing week in New York. I've spent the last week digesting it all and am finally ready to journal the experience.

Dave had meetings in a quaint little village about 30 miles north of New York city, called Briarcliff Manor. I attempted to meet him Wednesday evening, BUT missed my flight due to circumstances that need not be written (I need to keep this clean!) I ended up taking a red eye Wednesday night and arrived at JFK Thursday morning. Dave picked me up and took me to a hotel in Tarrytown. I immediately got into my pajamas, shut the blinds and slept for 6 blissful, quiet hours. When I awoke around 3:00, I decided to take go on a little run through Tarrytown - WOW. My little run ended up being a 2 hour tour of Tarrytown and Sleepy Hollow - yes, Ichabod Crane's Sleepy Hollow. Clips from my walking tour:

Don't you just LOVE old churches. I truly think it is my destiny to live in a place like this - "Real America"

Washington Irving was the Vestryman and warden of this church. The ivy growing up the side is from his own home.

I didn't bring any money with me and was in my running clothes, otherwise, I would have shopped in their quaint, fun little boutiques.

Entering Sleepy Hollow...ohhhhh, scary!

Every street sign in this town was Orange and Black with the Headless Horseman on top. I bet they throw some WILD Halloween parties :()

My sidewalk ran out just in front of this graveyard where I waited for Dave to pick me up. Washington Irving and a lot of the residents whom his stories were based on are buried here

After a nice shower and a change of clothes, Dave took me to this fun little restaurant located on a residential road in a restored, old home.

That concludes my adventures in Tarrytown. Oh, how I loved that place. If the houses weren't $500K OVER my price range, I may just pack up the Collings Clan and bust a move over there. Until next time!

Comments

Marisa said…

That looks like such a fun trip (so far)... I love the old feel of those towns! It was so nice to hear you play the harp yesterday, it's amazing that you have such a beautiful talent & skill!

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