I couldn’t have asked for a better weekend from Mother Nature to show my mom and grandma about town. While my mom has actually been out to New York three or four times since I moved here, it was Grandma Nancy’s first trip since the late 80’s (or that’s about what we figured). I wanted her to see the place that I have called home, the routes that I run, and simply see how the city has changed over the years.
We started out on Thursday night with a late dinner at the Flatiron Eataly. She had encountered some trouble in Denver with the weather but still made it to Manhattan ready to take on the town. I had taken Friday off so after a quick (terribly lethargic) run along the East River, it was time to meet them for breakfast and and begin our own walking tour.