Inn at East Wind
Travel Blogs from Wading River
... It will literally never be the same. The boardwalk, where so many of my memories were harvested, was completely dismantled last month.
My mother fights daily with the insurance companies, as do her neighbors.
And the basement to her house was gutted, past the studs, down to the concrete. She'll rebuild, but my childhood home won't be the same either.
... the vision I had of my mom trying to help my brother carry her rotten washing machine. I just couldn’t let that happen.
I feel guilty for going on my trip to Oahu. I figured it would be easier to just fly out of the main city and back to JFK after a couple of days, when at least I knew the flights would be getting in. And I already bought tickets and hotel rooms and my girl is already over there, waiting for me. I figured it would take a ...
Had dinner back in Brooklyn at the local pub and scene of our first crime.
We still don’t know the name of this place but a great little find.
Leaving tomorrow, so home and bed
Postscript: approached by local
journalist in subway about an anti-Islamic poster today. Not interested in our
opinion as we were not New Yorkers (!?). Interesting.
Not well this morning L but nothing will stop us getting back out there, so AFD today. But still have to make an effort, days are short and there is so much to see and do.
After a slow start and mad hunt for Judy's phone we decided on Coney Island for the day and took our beloved F train, which takes us most places we want to go, and headed down island. ...
... our efforts to date? As with anything, we have our strengths and our weaknesses. What we have going for us is our carefully selected gear, which at this point you've probably heard way too much about. We feel that we have a good deal of background knowledge about Iceland, mainly in the form of random factoids and superlatives that were primarily gathered when creating "Icelandic Trivial Pursuit" as part of our celebration of Icelandic National Beer Day (see blog ...