6 months after I visited New York for the first time (in what was only a brief 24 hour dalliance during a March blizzard), we were on our way back. On the outbound journey we flew with BA First.
British Airways had previously, in my mind, portrayed itself to be a little clumsy in its delivery, not quite up to the standards of First on other carriers, based on past experience and word of mouth.
And although you can't really compare it to the likes of ANA, JAL, Cathay or Singapore, it was a very pleasant surprise. The crew on this particular flight were some of the friendliest and loveliest I have ever encountered, and the food was gorgeous. I wish I hadn't slept so much and had managed to actually watch a movie or two!
I joined Jarv for lunch and snuggled into the 'buddy seat' opposite him. Having been up since 5am and feeling the sun on my shoulder, I began to feel veeeery sleepy. I love the sensation of the sun warming you through the window of a plane and seeing nothing but blue sky and white clouds, don't you?
We arrived at the Andaz 5th Avenue at 2pm (more on the hotel next time!), dropped off our bags and changed into more summer appropriate clothes. Where it was 12 degrees and pouring with rain in London, New York was treating us to 30 degree summer heat.
First stop: Grand Central Station. Just a short walk from our hotel, Jarv wanted to grab a coffee from one of the shops he used to get his caffeine hit from when he lived in NY, and I was looking forward to checking out an iconic location.
From Grand Central we strolled over to Central Park where we spent the next two hours wandering around until dinner time, when we met up with our friends for dinner at a gorgeous Italian restaurant. Jetlag had hit me hard by then so there are no photos, just fuzzy memories of delicious pasta and seafood.
Stay tuned for a lot more on New York.