Donovan and I are going to the Big Apple for four days beginning Friday.  I asked Beau if he wanted to come too but he acted like he’d rather eat the Big Apple then visit it with D and me.
I thought perhaps D might be the perfect companion; but perhaps I thought wrong.

“Mama, I am gonna wear my I love New York Shirt.”

“Great yeah man I love New York too.”

“Then you should get a shirt.”

“It’s cool, D, I love it I just don’t want to wear a shirt that says it.”

“What’s in NY?”

“Lots of people and things and we’re going to see the Lion King.”

“On television.”

“Nope the play.”

“What’s a play and can I bring binoculars and is there a toy store there?”

“Yup.  Big one.”  I only answer one question per breath.

“Can I bring my wallet, the one that fits on my belt?”

Sure son, but remember at this point you have a fanny pack, binoculars and I love New York shirt.  Don’t forget the sun tan lotion, giant camera and map the size of your bed and we will be on our way.

I loved to travel with Beau, it was just so easy but if you thought you were going to get an ounce of enthusiasm then you were dead wrong.  He would walk all day long, never complain, sit where you told him, stand where you asked and shut his mouth if you desired it but he could have cared less if he was standing in the wilds of Africa or the streets of Chicago. 

Donovan is however an enthusiastic traveler.  Donovan is also a taxing and wearing traveler.  He plans to hit the city running and see all there is to see and by that I mean I am already exhausted.  Vacation might be the wrong for it so let’s call it an expedition.  I’m pretty sure D is ready for New York City but is New York City ready for D?  To be continued….