The nearest trader joes is 4 miles away. Let's see, it's 10:30 now. My flight leaves at 4 something. And I don't feel like trying to sightsee something between now and then. So it's a day of loafing. Yesterday I traipsed through Central Park, went to Little Italy for pasta and then to the 9/11 Memorial. My camera takes great panoramic shots. Not sure how well they'll upload here though. Then, the mother of the woman whose flat I'm staying at in St. Peters...

Brooklyn baby. Got lost on the subway on the way here. Don't think the champagne and vodka/Baileys I had on the flight had anything to do with that. Then off the Village. Wandered around. Had an excellent Indian style burrito around midnight. Back at the pad, 2 am and the guys I'm staying with are watching music videos on their laptops. City that never sleeps. And it's starting to rain, with lightning!