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Snapshot Friday and Saturday

Every time my family visits, I tell myself I’ll be a good blogger, take tons of pictures, and write a really detailed recap about our adventures.  And every time I fail miserably—ha!  This weekend, though, I managed to snap a few pics, so I’ll share those with you.


After rocking my wetsuit at Friday’s swim practice, I spent the day hanging out with my sister Margaret.  First, we ate lunch at Terri, an organic and vegetarian restaurant.


I ordered the “tuna” melt (aka chickpea salad) with a side of roasted sweet potatoes.


It tasted great and kept me full during our entire shopping trip, which included stops at Zara and Kate Spade.

Margaret trying on shoes—YOLO.


I took a class in college with Michele called “He Says, She Says,” so I found this iPhone cover oh so rhetorical.


Even though it was blizzarding in NYC, Margaret and I ordered our first iced coffees Americanos of the season.


Spring better be on the way!

My parents and sister Ellen arrived later that night and brought some goodies from my grandma—homemade sauce and meatballs for the win!


I cannot wait to break into this stash.


My weekend started with a Full Throttle Endurance swimming practice at Chelsea Piers and brunch at my teammate’s apartment. (Er, triathlete brunch, I guess; we ate around 9:30 a.m.—ha!) I didn’t want to be a creeper and whip out my iPhone, but the spread was impressive:  waffles and whipped cream made from scratch, asparagus and goat cheese frittata, plus bacon, Italian biscotti, and sparkling apple cider.  Holy moley, everything was so good!  I also enjoyed hanging out with my teammates outside of swimming, biking, and running.  Yes, we talked triathlons the entire time, but it was great to focus on the conversation without keeping an eye on the clock to time our rest and intervals.

Back at my apartment, my family and I watched the first half of the Syracuse basketball game (I don’t want to talk about the final result) before heading uptown to see Jersey Boys.


Absolutely incredible!


And get this—one of the “swing” cast members played Frankie Valli, and he totally killed it!  He even had his own friends and family cheering section.

Speaking of family …


Doing what we do best—goofing off!

Next, we wandered around Chelsea Market briefly, but it was a bit difficult navigation-wise with all five of us, so we didn’t stay very long.  I was also experiencing some stomach troubles and was so not in the mood to take pictures.

For dinner, we went to a Raymi, a Peruvian restaurant for dinner, and it was phenomenal!  Again, not pictures due to being girl-down, but we plan to go back.

How was your weekend?

Trip to New York City, Part Two

Part One left off at Friday night after two days filled with traveling, interviewing, apartment hunting, and eating some delicious food.  Time for part deux!


My morning began at 5:10 a.m.  No, it wasn’t for a workout.  Well, it kind of was—I went to Chelsea Piers to observe a Full Throttle Endurance (FTE) swim practice!

Before leaving for New York City, I emailed Scott Berlinger, the head coach of this triathlon club, said I would be in town, and asked if I could watch a practice.  He invited me to his Monday morning swim session, but since I would be gone by then, I tagged along to Coach Danny Viera’s practice.  I liked Coach Danny immediately.  He’s young, fit, and very knowledgeable about all things triathlon.  Everything about the practice—the facilities, the atmosphere, the athletes—I loved (more detailed blog post to come!), so it’s safe to say I found my NYC triathlon training club.

Next, my parents and I went to Made Fresh Daily for brunch.

We had to work for brunch because it took some walking to find this café.  By staying in the Financial District, we experienced firsthand how the neighborhood essentially shuts down during the weekend; nearly every bar, restaurant, and most convenience stores closed Saturday and Sunday or kept very strange, abbreviated hours.  Made Fresh Daily, however, was quite busy, and the food was fantastic.  I ordered the summer veggie frittata.

Stuffed to the brim with mushrooms, broccoli, zucchini, and cheese, it totally hit the spot.

With our bellies full, we took the subway to Chelsea and met Alex at the apartment (“the one”) my mom and I loved.  My dad ended up loving it, too.  Although we were ready to say yes then and there, we discussed a few additional options Alex found.  We vetoed places two immediately, but decided to see the third apartment, which was located way over on 11th Avenue.  I knew it was too far away from everything—subway, grocery stores, etc.—but both my parents and I wanted to see one more to ensure our favorite was “the one.”  Twenty-minutes later, we entered the posh building—it felt like a hotel turned dance club—and basically went through the motions (looking, asking the right questions, etc.).  Not surprisingly, it didn’t top “the one.”

During the 40-minute round trip, Alex and I bonded and “broed out.”  He’s three years older than me and went to a Big East school, so we had a ton to talk about in terms of Big East Sports, basketball rivalries, and other general NYC sports stuff. (Remember my obsession with Syracuse Basketball and March Madness?) I’ll tell ya, I can be a bro.

Anyway, as we filled out paperwork for “the one,” I noticed the management company’s name on the top of the forms; it’s the name of the boathouse at my alma mater’s campus.  After some quick Googling, I discovered the management company individual donated the money for the boathouse.  What’s more, the individual is on the board of trustees—what a small world!  So, folks, this means I officially have a big-girl apartment!

After taking care of all the logistical stuff, my parents and I went to Tarallucci e Vino for a celebratory drink.  Being a lightweight, I decided it would be best to bypass the booze until dinnertime, so I ordered tea instead.

This pot, called Chaucer’s Cup, contained apple, spices, ginger, and mango; fresh and light, it was a perfect late-afternoon pick-me-up.

And with Rosa Mexicano conveniently located next door, picking where to eat dinner was a no-brainer.

At the bar, we started with a pitcher of sangria and guacamole.

I tend to order the same dish here time and time again, but I looked at the menu away.

A few options sounded good, but I really wanted salmon.

Anytime salmon, pineapple, and black beans appear on one plate, I’m a happy girl.

Since we were in the area, we hit up Soft Serve Fruit Co. one last time, too.

I went with apple again, and added Barbara’s Puffins.

It was the perfect blend of cold, creamy, and crunchy.


On Sunday, we packed up and shipped out.  Breakfast came from the Dunkin’ Donuts at Penn Station.

Veggie egg-white flat bread. (As I ate it, I tried not to think about The American Way of Eating; I knew it wasn’t freshly prepared and littered with preservatives.)

Our train was late getting into Rhinecliff, so as soon as we arrived, we picked up my sister Margaret and headed to the Me-Oh-My Pie Shop in Red Hook.

Craving eggs and spiting the study, I ordered the scramble with mushrooms, onions, and red peppers.

My sister and I also split a side of multigrain toast.

After taking Margaret grocery shopping and seeing her dorm, we headed home.  Dinner was Thai takeout.

Chicken with sautéed vegetables and peanut sauce.

Whew, what a whirlwind trip!  It passed super quickly, yet it seemed like I was there forever.  Either way, I can’t wait to make the move!