To Philly

We packed our bags on Friday and headed out for lunch with Patrick. We found a small palce called Salada which served salads and hamburgers. We got our food to go and sat in Central Park a last time to eat. Patrick then walked us to the subway station to travel to China town.

We we got to China town and found the area with our bus, people kept pointing us in different directions. Then when we found the bus, it was parked illegally and was ready to move as we approached. It drove around a while, and then a man came over to tell us to load a different place. As we stood a block away the bus then came back to the original loading place, and we hustled back with our luggage. Thank goodness they are so cheap, because the China town buses are not too organized. We drove through New Jersey and into Pennsylvania on a bus with a very poor driver. We weaved in and out of lanes and I felt like we were swaying from side to side most of the time.

When we reached Philadelphia, we walked to the Market street station and found tickets to Bryn Mawr. I almost missed the train as I was looking for brochures of the public transportation system. When we arrived at our stop, Bob, my mother's brother picked us up and took us to his home. Kathy was there preparing a salad for a friend's party. They toured us through the house, showed us where to find food, how to do laundry and the left us for a nice quiet evening. Marie and I had not had much down time, so it was fun to eat, read the newspaper and I watched a ballgame. Bob and Kathy came home later and we sat and talked about our trip and other life in general things. It was a great break from the hustle of the city.