Archive for June, 2007

NYC Here We Come!

June 27, 2007


On Saturday Britney and I will be traveling to NYC. That’s what cool people call New York City. We are really looking forward to this trip, as Britney has never been to the Big Apple, and I have have only been there briefly on a band trip in high school.

As I said, we are both very excited about this vacation, but there is one thing that I am a bit nervous about. Having lived in London for three months, I feel that I became a pro at negotiating the Tube as I traveled to and fro within the city. The London Tube system is conveniently color coded and easy to navigate. Their indivual lines are given simple names such as Bakerloo, Central, Piccadilly, and Victoria.

The New York subway system is at first glance not nearly as simple. Instead of the 11 or 12 lines listed on the map of the London Tube system, New York lists each of its individual stations its map. Next to the stations are various numbers in letters within a circles and diamonds of a variety of colors. I can only assume that these shapes, numbers, and colors refer to the trains that run through the stations next to which they are written. My question is, how do I know which train to take once I am in the station? I know that it is probably much less complicated than it looks, and that I will probably figure it out once we have tried it out a few times, but it just seems to me that they have made things much more complicated than they need to be. My biggest fear is trying to get to our hotel from the airport, as this will be our first time to use the subway system. This would not be so bad, but we are going to have our luggage with us at the time. I know I could have come up with a more simple system. As everyone knows, if people would listen to my opinions and worldly wisdom, the world would be a much better place.

So, if we are not back by the evening of Friday, July 6, call the authorities. Britney and I will probably be huddled in the corner of some dirty subway station. I will be mumbling random numbers and letters while Britney tries to ration out our last stick of gum. Picture us there, scared to move because we are afraid of getting on the wrong train AGAIN, wondering if we will even be able to find the exit and be blessed with the rays of God’s sunlight once more. If you don’t call the authorities, we will be forced to beg for food from passers-by or attempt to catch the occasional subway rat for dinner. Hundreds of years from now, our bodies will be excavated from some futuristic archaeological dig, and the humans of the future will see my skeleton, subway map between my bony little fingers. Britney’s skeleton will be facing the other way, somehow expressing disdain in her skeletal facial features. They will put our bones in a museum as an example of how even back then, men did not like to ask for directions.

On the other hand, I think if it comes down to eating subway rats, I will just ask for help.

Pray for us as we are on our trip next week. We truly are excited, even in spite of the subway thing. If I’m honest with myself, I have to say that I’m even excited about that adventure too.