I haven't even had the energy to write about my little Barton family adventure last week. Mom and Pop Barton, accompanied by 'lil sis Cami came to visit. First of all, they flew into Rochester and drove down to NYC in a van. Day one, crash at our place, order Chinese and go to bed WAY too early. I was the only one up and trying to be quiet, but this damn keyboard is so loud. I finally gave in to the dark and quiet apartment before Ty could get home. Day two, wake up exceptionally early for a breakfast at work. Barton's meet me there and we lunch. I meet them after I get off and it's shopping time. YEAH! We spent almost five hours scouring all the hot spots for the best deals and dragged ourselves home to crash. Day three, drove to Cooperstown for the Base Ball Hall of Fame. Here's where the adventure began.
So, we had this little GPS system, you know...the one with the lady that gives you all your directions. "In one point three miles make a left then keep right." Somewhere along the way, we simply HAD to stop for McDonalds ice cream. GPS system...yeah...it didn't like that. Here's how the next few hours went. "Turn right, then right...recalculating...drive point two miles then turn left...recalculating..." Before long we were in the middle of nowhere turning onto dirt roads and crossing one lane wooden bridges. I thought this would make the perfect horror moviesome demon GPS system that leads us to certain doom and death. HAHAHA! We all began to mimic the voice..."you asshole, you should have turned right" or "recalculating bitch, and just for that..." You get the picture.
Funny thing is...the damn thing was right. Just as we were all losing hope and getting a little nervous we heard, "turn left and arrive at destination." She was right and we made it safe and sound.
Ty was in heaven and I let him enjoy every minute. I think he read absolutely everything in the museum. Like a kid in a candy shop, all starry eyed and bustin' at the seams with enthusiasm. It was great to see him so happy.
We had a little dinner...not too fun...there was a hair (not mine) wrapped up in my wrap. Lost my appetite after that.
Then it was onto the next city and our hotel for the night in lovely Herkimer. That's right, I said HERKIMER. After another scary experience with the evil GPS, we arrived in Herkimer to find the motel was possibly the worst dive we've ever seen. We stepped one foot into the door and immediately turned around to find another place to stay...it was the smell...can't describe it and don't want to talk about it...BLECHHH. Thanks to...well...me...we realized we were only 15 minutes away from Utica. I remembered we stayed at a beautiful hotel there on tour. ROCHELLE TO THE RESCUE! We stayed at the Hotel Utica that night and I had the exact same room that Deborah and I shared on tour. What are the chances...hmmm...slim to none. I thought it was cool.
Day four, Palmyra, NY. This was an absolutely beautiful day. We all spent time hiking up Hill Cumorah and wandering through the Sacred Grove (a lush forest with the most beautiful trees and an indescribable peace).
Day five, drive to Niagara Falls. This was the first time I had ever been there. Truly magnificent. This was a whirlwind stop though. After a little confusion with Miss GPS, and well, not really knowing that much about Canada, we finally arrived at the falls just in time to see it, eat lunch and turn around. We hurried to the airport in Buffalo and flew home to NYC.
And that was that.
I'm still recovering.
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