It was surprisingly
NOT an invigoratingly cold-feeling afternoon in the Big Apple on December 26th. Maybe I
was a little far stretched by having two pairs of gloves, ear warmers, and a
hat on. Anyways, my family embarked on a
trip to New York City for the day to basically do everything
"tourists" do. I do hesitate calling us tourists because we've
already been there 5 times and have lived near there, but love it enough to go back. I was ecstatic
to return to such an, I guess you can call "magical" place that I
have many fond memories from. Once we
finally parked our car, my cousin Kelly, Aunt Kerry, Mom, sister Ashley, and I
headed towards Rockefeller Center to ice skate. In the meantime my Dad, Uncle Jim, brother, and other cousin
James went to the spot that John Lennon was murdered at. My brother is an absolute Beatles fanatic ,
so that explains the death site visit for them.
We were waiting in line for about one and a
half hours before we could even get our skates and pay. Let me tell you though,
those one and a half hours were not as atrocious as you would think they would
be. They were actually kind of entertaining. I snapped pictures of the golden angels spread out
throughout the plaza, but if you want to know something about being mesmerized
, let me tell you about the beautiful Christmas tree. The 74 foot Norwegian
spruce was twinkling with lights and dazzling with ornaments. As I stood there
admiring it, my mom called out to me,
" C'mon Grace, it's time to get
skates"
I acknowledged my
mom and scurried along. The blonde lady handing out skates was most
definitely in the Christmas spirit
because she had on elf shoes and a priceless jingle bell hat which I thought
was just awesome . In a confusingly high pitched voice she asked me,
" What size are you sweetheart"?
I told her my size and she handed me a dark
blue pair of skates. I swiftly laced up my skates and was ready to go. The five
of us cautiously stepped onto the ice, awaiting that inevitable moment for one of us to fall. My
cousin, sister and I started getting the hang of things by picking up speed and
practically prancing on the ice while my
Mom and Aunt struggled to get a steady pace going. Watching the ice shave up against my blades
reminded me of why I love ice skating and doing little family things like this.
A woman who saw us trying to get pictures approached us,
" Do you guys want me to take a group
photo for you?''
" Yeah, sure! If you don't mind" My
aunt told her.
So the lady took our picture, and must I say
it's a quite admirable one. The glistening
Christmas tree next to us, us with rosy cheeks, and the whole
splendiferous city before us. It was
perfect. After time escaped us with fun, we decided to get off of the ice, but
I knew I could've skated longer. Before we entered the small recreation room, I
turned around one last time to take a final glimpse of the rink, and continued
to follow my sister to the skate return.
Once all of our skates were off, we decided to grab some hot chocolate at a
local café to reward ourselves.
" Oh my god, that was so much fun"
my sister squealed.
Everybody nodded in a satisfied agreement.
The five of us all ordered the same thing at Café Mocha. A double fudge
chocolate hot cocoa. Just thinking about it made my mouth water. The café was a
petite, but very cozy place. The walls were painted a deep purple, and candles
of different scents were burning everywhere. A fireplace was lit giving it the
perfect affect.
We all sat there in the brown leather chairs,
sipping on our drinks nearly scorching our tongues. All of us started to
reminisce about our humorous moments, like when my cousin tried to save herself
from falling by kicking the air but fell on her butt anyways.
I could tell that we
were all pleased, so I knew the rest of our "touristy" day was going
to be very enjoyable. My mom spotted the
rest of our family outside of the café, so we exited Café Mocha and approached
them. Gathering together and exchanging
memories of our first activity, we were contemplating where to go next.
I decided to give a hint of our next potential destination by smiling and
saying,
" Hey, who's looking forward to some
original New York cheesecake?"
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