First supermarket trip was to Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods in Union Square. Probably a mistake because both were incredibly crowded (the Trader Joe’s checkout line started at the entrance and snaked right around the back of the store!) and we didn’t know where anything was so had to crawl up and down every aisle. In the pasta aisle when I went to put our stuff in the trolley I realised The Mister had walked off with someone else’s trolley! We’d been walking a while so we had to scratch our heads to remember what the last thing was we put in our own trolley to back track. We found it abandoned by the oil and fell into uncontrollable giggles when we realised some poor person now long gone from there turned to put their oil in the trolley and it had completely vanished. After a quick switercheroo of unwanted items we rushed off and The Mister never let the trolley go again!

Well except for here when you have to take the trolley up the escalator to the rest of the supermarket and checkouts – it rides on it’s own special escalator next to you. Hmmm, I was the only whirly-girl rushing around taking photos of it!

First decent cup of coffee today, walked about 27 blocks to get it – Ninth Street Espresso – was totally worth it and I picked up a little lapel pin to wear on my jacket. Was so excited I forgot to take a photo and now I can’t find the one I took a couple of visits ago when we first discovered it. They’re using a different coffee now, roasted at Intelligentsia Coffee Lab in New York.

I only every dreamed it. Who would’ve thought that just last week I was coming home to this view

And now I get to come home to this view

Here are some other photos out each window of the apartment with the view stretching from the Woolworth building downtown, around over the East River, uptown to the Chrysler and at a pinch across to the Empire State building.

Absolutely incredible.

We’re here! Spent our first night eating huge slices of pizza and drinking beer and coke and watching the Oscars (that we’d seen being set up in LA) in our hotel room. First full day in New York we had 2 things to get done – bank account and ‘move in’ to our apartment.

Opening the bank account was pretty easy – sat in an office with our passports and a lady and filled out a bunch of paperwork, entered a bunch of passwords, smiled into a camera, tried out temporary Visa debit cards under her supervision and we were done! Money available immediately