Following a pretty nasty run in I had with a truck a few years back, my wonderful sister left job, husband and kids to come and be my personal nurse for a week in a rather shabby Whitechapel hospital.
Following this I decided I wanted to treat her to a more pleasant time away from everyday life and seeing as she hasn't been to the Big Apple yet, I thought it was time for her to meet one of my greatest loves in life.
This was actually to be our first proper girlie trip away just the two of us and that alone is pretty fricking exciting! We both looked forward to spending our Easter drinking great amounts of wine, shopping in the West Village, catching up on our gossip and simply enjoying the wonderful island that is Manhattan.
Whilst my big sis successfully got on her flight from Stockholm on time with only one minor and boarding pass related breakdown along the way, I found myself in a less than lovely pre Easter traffic jam on the M4. Adding insult to misery, the cab driver continuously pointed out that you're really cutting it tight miss. Gee, did not get that whilst stuck in a taxi behind every single car in the United Kingdom. And judging from the driving style of some, possible a few from France.
In the end, I made it. And was greeted by my big sis and a huge glass of wine in one of the Terminal 5 bars. We are clearly closely related. And to make things even better, mum had sent along Swedish pickamix which for any Scandinavian living abroad is kind of like giving a member of Motley Crue a bottle of Jack Daniels the minute they get out of rehab. Perfect flight ahead.
Turns out travelling with my sister is quite similar to traveling with a small child. The minute we've been given our drinks she needs the bathroom which requires climbing over me and the girl next to me, she then curls up to nap on my shoulder and by the time we get into the cab from JFK I find myself repeating we are almost there sweetie, to a very tired but also very adorable sister. It's a good thing her baby sister is much more mature, spending the seven hour flight watching the Frozen movie twice and loudly singing along to Do you want to build a snow man the second time around.
2 AM we finally arrive at our downtown hotel and immediately pass out, getting ourselves ready and rested for a week of New York madness to follow!
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| Two very excited sisters on our way to the greatest city in the world. |
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| Best. Flight. Snack. Ever. |
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