Florida to New York to Boston to New York to Florida

Ok, so that was last week. And YES, it gets confusing, even for us. But we are living on the boat these days, which is kind of like a hotel room suite - so it all kind of works, if you don't think about it too much.

                       

Is began with Guy's Bar Mitvah - that would be the smiling 13 year old nephew in the blue shirt. He is the first son of Steve's very dear "niece" Jill, so how could we say no? Accompanied here by his sister Sophie and brother Hunter, it was a memorable day for all, celebrated NYC Tribeca style at the Tribecca Grillnwith game room for the kids and casual elegant downtown ambiance for the adults. The weekend was rounded out with Shabbat Friday and brunch Sunday, while spending time with family and meeting new friends. With two others preparing for their big day, we are certain to all get to know  each other very well!

From there we made a quick trip to Boston. Did we go to a Red Sox game? Honestly I don't remember if it was this trip or the last one. In any case the BOYS are doing GREAT! Big Poppy is having a record breaking last year (?) and the boys are helping with a productive send off. We're thinking playoffs - but trying not to jinx it by saying it out loud. 

                  

Then it's back to NYC. Steve is a presenter at a midtown conference. Step out your door at Times Square and you never know what you might see. The theme here is "Falun Dafa is not bad" - a Chinese spiritual practice that combines meditation and qigong. I don't know about this Buddhist approach, but the midday parade was a blast! Two blocks away, great LYFT graphics!

                  

   Karen spent time with her Mom  and brother Chris in the west village near the HighLine. Rubber encrusted smart cars as art commingle with gardens, loungers and walkers.  The building from the village up to midtown was incredible. The number of cranes reminds you of Shanghai 10 years ago. These buildings can't go up fast enough, but threaten to engulf the HighLine, obstructing its views and ending up being a wharehouse of abandoned homes owned as investments for Ciniese, Russians, South Americans and Norwegians. Hey, you've got to park your money somewhere. 

There was also visiting a friend from Istanbul, artist studio visit, a Broadway show and dinner at Po, plus simply being with old friends. A New York City fix is food for the soul. 

      

Then it's back to St Augustine at sunset to pick up the boat and continue north - all in exactly 7 days. How time does fly by!