Scarlott Letters

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Cannolis and Cankles and Sea Slugs, Oh My!

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I. Cannot. Walk. I have broken the first rule of (urban) jungle combat and didn’t take care of my feet. A three hour walking tour of lower Manhattan should have been a piece of cake after yesterday, and honestly I will do just fine as long as I don’t flex my foot.

Justin, the nephew of a friend from Wichita Falls just happened to be in the city visiting this week so he joined us on our three hour walking tour of lower Manhattan. Let me just say Julia knocked it out of the park with this one. Our tour guide was excellent, funny and unfazed by our inappropriate behavior. We started in the lower east side, wound our way past Katz’s Deli, through Soho, the Cast Iron district, Little Italy, complete with cannolis from Ferrara’s Bakery, and Chinatown, where we barely resisted the urge to buy a “Handbag, Gucci, Prada”. From there we went to Five Points, through the Civic District, where we photo bombed some stranger’s wedding pictures, and ended at Ground Zero and the 9/11 

Memorial. The Memorial is stunningly beautiful and moving. You cannot see it with dry eyes. Just like the event, I can’t imagine I will ever forget it. 

Justin lived in the city for a while so he suggested we hop the subway over to Chelsea Market for lunch, which was outstanding. Afterwards we walked the Highline which is a very cool park built on an old elevated railway. 

By the time we got home we had walked 18,420 steps or 7.44 miles, climbed 16 flights of stairs and burned 1680 calories, which means we were slackers today. I don’t feel like a slacker because my feet Hurt, with a capital H.  Labor and childbirth were a walk in the park compared to walking the last few blocks from the subway stop home. My feet and ankles are so swollen, my bell bottoms have turned into leggings.

Looks like about 8″ to me.

During our tour of Chinatown we kept seeing this odd, ugly, expensive dried stuff that no one could identify. If you have a dirty mind, which I do, it looks rather pornographic. Turns out it was dried sea cucumber and costs $80 per pound. We decided to do a little research on the elusive sea cucumber, aka the sea slug, and came across the following article that is literally the funniest thing you could read in a roomful of seven women who have had a few drinks: Sea Cucumber Factoids. Seriously, you need to read this.

Even though my feet hurt like the 7th level of Dante’s Hell, it was a wonderful day to be in New York City. We are having so much fun! It’s been a long time since I’ve laughed so hard I had tears running down my face. If I return home permanently hobbled it will have been worth it.

One thought on “Cannolis and Cankles and Sea Slugs, Oh My!

  1. Funniest article ever and I’m sober!!! You couldn’t pay me $80 per pounds to eat those anal organ expelling worms/sausages!!!! God must truly have a sense of humor!!!

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