We were not going to Finals in New York City. No matter what, we weren't going. Because we didn't have money to pay for new choreography, Isaac's teacher had him learn a contemporary piece she already knew. It involves a 10 foot barre, but since we weren't going to NYC, it wasn't going to be an issue.
Well, we are in New York.
With a 10 foot barre.
|In the taxi with a barre.|
It has been an adventure...getting it on the airplane, finding a taxi that would take us to the hotel, getting it up to the 5th floor (the elevator was too small), then hauling the thing across Manhattan on the sunniest spring day in New York so far this year when EVERYONE in the city was out and about.
And we aren't done moving that thing yet. Joy.
Oh, well. Isaac's dance is memorizing and memorable. I think it was worth it...even if he doesn't make it to the final round.
In other news, we saw Seinfeld's cafe,
The 9/11 Memorial,
And the Statue of Liberty.
Justin's major request was that we visit the Metropolitan Museum of Fine Art. It was thrilling to see the master works by the masters themselves. Justin was, in his words, enthralled.
A favorite sight was when we entered the Greek and Roman statues. The statues were cool, of course, but I LOVED the scores of people, scattered about, sketching.
One major highlight, of course, is food from the Halal cart.