I am up now, there isn't coffee for another half hour....maybe I should pack.
Stella and I showered and packed, and I needed coffee, and she needed food. Instead of paying $6 for half a gallon of milk at the Deli, we decided to walk up to the Amish Market. It is another steamy day here, but the walk up the street was a good choice! We found fresh muffins, croissant, apples and bananas and got it all for $7! 
Sleepy head! I love the way markets are set up. Valuable real estate...no wasted space!
All mustard.
Stella found a sticker in her backpack that says, "I'm not a nugget" with a chicken, when we arrived and on all our walking trips, she noticed green, sticker covered police call boxes. Stella wanted to leave her sticker here, so on our last walk up 50th on the corner of 10th Avenue, she left her mark!
We got back to the hotel and Randy is still zonked out. I tried to lift up the suitcase to create a table, and apparently I failed to zip it when I was done. Nice....got to pack twice this morning!
Here is our breakfast table, and the inside of the marble muffin! Stella was greatly pleased!
She just went to lie down in my bed and see if she can sleep a little before we leave. It would be beneficial for us all if she does. Four hours of sleep is not enough for pleasant travel with a teenager.
We both slept, I tipped over in a chair, she slept hard for three hours! We got everything packed, and went down the rickety elevator one last time, to wait for our driver Chris. A few last parting shots of 
our neighborhood. The deli, where milk is $6 per half gallon. And a horse drawn carriage making it's way uptown. I wonder if these guys have their rigs stabled somewhere and then head up to Central Park each day, or if the street is a regular route.
Chris arrived only a few minutes late due to parade rerouting traffic and we got settled in for what I thought would an hour drive to the airport. Chris asked what time our flight was, and when I told him, he apologized for not checking with us first! He had us to the airport in 20 minutes. He had no idea why our taxi driver went the crazy way he did when we came into the city! So here we sit, with two hours to spare for our flight, with a teenager without WiFi. Here is the teenager, sitting as far away from her parents as she can after 10 days of togetherness!
We decided to forgo the $28 cheeseburger and found a mediocre slice. (Did I ever convey what a bad idea Fat Sal's ended up beng? Upset tummies all around that day!). Hopefully, this greasy airport slice will not have the same result. Good news, we are heading home! My ears are still plugged from the flight here, hopefully departure will not be as painful as arrival!
Minnesota, see you on the flip side!
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