As a result, when McCall's old boss met us for lunch the next day in a car we seduced him...with our wit and natural charm...we may go to nude beaches in Greece but we're still good LDS girls. He drove us to see the Statue of Liberty and then Central Park. In return we bought him a hot dog. Him and the bum who demanded a papaya drink to wash it all down. In this day and age, beggars apparently can be choosers. 
Bart wasn't the only one kind enough to take care of us. Of course none of this would have been possible if not for our sponser, Caleb, who sacrificed his room, his bed, his air mattress, his puppy, and his soul for us. He even made us an elaborate breakfast after we got in at 6:30 am that first day...not to mention dinner a couple days later. We gave him a cupcake.
We rounded out our visit with a trip to H&M where I managed to spend more than Stef despite buying one less item of clothing--which, if you know either of us, is indeed noteworthy--and Canal Street where I spent no money whatsoever. Then we bid adieu to the land of capitalism and reasonably sized showers and spent the next 9 hours on a plane vacillating between semi-conciousness and extreme discomfort.
We rounded out our visit with a trip to H&M where I managed to spend more than Stef despite buying one less item of clothing--which, if you know either of us, is indeed noteworthy--and Canal Street where I spent no money whatsoever. Then we bid adieu to the land of capitalism and reasonably sized showers and spent the next 9 hours on a plane vacillating between semi-conciousness and extreme discomfort.
Now I'm back to the land of screaming babies and anti-Mormon sentiments. I did wake up in my own much needed comfortable bed to a thunderstorm this morning. In that small thing Utah gained back some points--the hail was a little much, though. My hair finally feels clean and my legs have had an adequate shave. For the next couple weeks I'll be writing about nothing more than my trip so brace yourself.
