New York City
1) Kendra, Kippany, Kimberly, Jessica, and Abby on the Staten Island ferry
2) Kippany, Abby, and Danielle
3) Deciphering the subway map
4) Leaving via ferry at night
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I'll never be Pollyanna, but my worldview says that life has purpose, and a happy heart can have a perpetual smorgasbord! This blog is my own little dinner party to celebrate both the obvious and the elusive joys of life.
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1 comment:
Oooooh . . . I loved the ferry . . .
I did NOT love singing in the ferry terminal, however. Can you imagine? Sigh . . . that place will forever be connected with singing, handing out tracts, and a scarring experience with a man who screamed at me. =/
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