I'm back in Tuscaloosa. I feel like I just got off of one of those moving sidewalks at the airport; the slow-moving pace caused me to lose my footing after that whirlwind of a trip to the city. The sisters and I were all sad to leave, but promised to return with a little more subway expertise than we came with.
Sunday was spent sauntering through Central Park, peeping into Bergdorf's windows and conquering The Metropolitan Museum of Art. Anticipating some serious walking, I chose to stay comfortable and stick to tennis shoes and my feux leather skinnies.
[shoes/pants-h&m, sweater-the limited, glasses-warby parker]
Things we learned while in NYC:
Hold your ground, they will move.
Don't make eye-contact.
No heels. Ever.
Leave at least 5 lbs in your suitcase for plentiful shopping excusions