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TRAVEL DIARIES | New York City Part 5

Did you know that today was the 110th birthday of the ice cream cone? If that’s not an excuse for a vanilla rainbow soft serve scoop in a waffle cone then I don’t know what is. It was every bit as delicious as a New York sidewalk ice cream truck can be, even with half of it melting down my arm as I tried to push a buggy and lick up the sprinkles at the same time (#nannylife). Except for one thing… I found a little hair in the middle of my cone. I don’t know if it was the heat that had gotten to my brain or the pure desire to celebrate the ice cream cones birthday, but I picked it out and continued to enjoy.

The subway has proven to be quite the daunting experience, which is why I have been walking everywhere – 30 blocks? That’s nothin’. I got directions from three different people and still, we ended up at the very south end of the island when we were trying to go to Central Park. I didn’t used to believe people when they said I was bad with directions, but sometimes I guess you just have to face the facts.

We made it to the amusement park before it closed, which made Boo very happy. She also made a new friend – which made her very, very happy – and I made friends with her mom. They moved to New York 10 years ago from Argentina. I can’t wait for the day that I can say I moved to New York 10 years ago from Toronto. Or perhaps I’ll continue to live between the two. Main residence in Toronto, second home in New York City. And third on the beach in Sydney, of course.

After the rides we all went to Tavern on the Green for post play date mojitos and cheese platters – a fabulous way to start a new friendship. I sometimes feel guilty about drinking on the job, but I guess you could say that’s one of the perks. My new friend said I have el trabajo perfecto – the perfect job. Sipping on that mojito, I couldn’t have agreed more. And before you think (or perhaps you’ve already thought it) that I’m behaving like a bad nanny, I’ll have you know that Boo’s dad was there and he also enjoyed a mojito.

On our way to get a cab we came across a swarm of fireflies, lighting up the darkening sky around Central Park. The girls were so excited that we spent about 10 minutes catching them and watching them glow. Then we got caught in the biggest thunder storm I’ve ever experienced. Well, since the storm I got caught in in Houston and had to run for shelter at the Sheraton Hotel. There was no shelter in the park. We were completely drenched from head to toe. The rain didn’t start off as a trickle – it was nothing and then it was a shower of water pounding down on us. And it was hilariously fun. We were all laughing hysterically and running through the flooded park and Boo yelled “Dad, how could you let this happen?!” which was even more hilarious.

Believe it or not, all the cabs were taken! So as soaked to the bone as we were, we hopped on the subway. The rain had stopped by the time our stop arrived and we went for pizza at Grimaldi’s on 6th Ave. New York City pizza, ain’t nothin’ like it. It was a delicious ending to the night – except that I had to pick off about 200 mushrooms from my 2 slices. I tried to eat them, I really did. I just can’t.