I've wanted to go to New York ever since my Dad took my Mum 10 years ago and I threw a massive strop that they left me behind. So when sitting on the plane, destination JFK, I almost cried with joy knowing that the city I had longed after for so many years was finally within my reach!
A ridiculously long flight later and we could begin to see the lights of Manhattan glowing underneath us, and…touchdown. Welcome to America!
Right in the heart of Manhattan on 31st and 5th was our hotel for the week, The Wolcott. We couldn't have asked for a better location, mid town would be the perfect starting point for exploring, and with the shadow of the empire state towering over you when you stepped out of the door, I was definitely happy.
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