ULTIMATE JOURNEY
Oct 31, 2001 -- Day 895. 10,615 miles flying RT
An
Unexpected Return Home
-- Story by Erin --
We landed on the 17th of
October at JFK airport at 6am, were picked up by our friend Jens (best man at our
wedding), and drove to Chris' parent's house. His mom and dad spotted us walking to
the front door, but couldn't seem to unlock it as they were shaking with excitement (we
didn't tell them we were coming back). Later, we stopped in at Chris' sister's
office -- she was in a meeting and her staff pulled her out to say there was a
"situation" she needed to deal with. She walked around the corner as we
strode down the hall towards her. Chris said "hi", and she just kind of
looked at us (still walking towards us, with that look of 'I know these people').
Then suddenly clarity overcame her -- she started shaking uncontrollably, and her knees
buckled. She cried out, "but, but, but.....you're not a picture on the
internet.....your really here!?!?" Tears flowed. That night, we went with
Chris' parents to a restaurant to meet his sister, brother-in-law, and their kids.
The others knew someone would join them, but not who. Everyone was seated when we
walked into the restaurant. Our 7-yr. old niece, Elyse, jumped out of her chair and
ran across the restaurant. Andre's (our brother-in-law) jaw dropped, and we read his
lips as he whispered "Oh my GOD!"
The remainder of the week was
much the same, popping in on friends and old co-workers. It was great to be
home amongst family and friends, and they all seemed happy for a change, not like the
depressing emails we were getting from everyone back home. The following weekend my
parents drove up from North Carolina, and again there were tears of joy (although they
knew we were here). And once again, we found out how small the world really is:
Having dinner one table away from the mother of Chris' God-son, Elaine (they live
in North Carolina, and she was in town for one night) -- followed by the "what are
you doing here?" show down; and running into David Park (F650 rider we've been in
email contact) on the curb in Manhattan.
New York City is the same, and
of course, it's not. Houses, businesses, and cars are all laden with Old Glory (the
American Flag) -- flags, stickers, and computer printouts. You can download a waving
flag for your desktop at www.deskflag.com
Stories from friends are incredible -- fear, sadness, and even some triumph
occurred on that terrible Tuesday. We're glad we came back for this visit -- we felt
isolated and insulated on the other side of the world, and it was good to re-establish
ourselves as New Yorkers, and as Americans.
We went down on Broadway and
stood 1 block from Ground Zero. It's very different then what we expected. You
can smell the smoke from blocks away, the smoke is still rising from the center of the
collapsed towers, and the Wall Street area is eerily quiet. We took only a few
pictures, wanting to record the event, but not wanting to disrespect those who lost so
much. The barrier fences around the site are covered completely with big signs of
sympathy from individuals and groups all around the country and around the world.
There are cards, flowers and candles everywhere.
Anthrax is on the periphery,
and the threat of another devastating attack is also looming, but people are getting on
with their lives, unafraid, but anxious for where/what the next attack will be -- it's not
a question of "if" anymore.
Traffic in/around the city is
worse and there are soldiers at every bridge, tunnel and the big train stations of Penn
Station and Grand Central station. However, the leaves on the trees were in full
Fall foliage -- beautiful yellows, oranges, and reds. The weather was just
fantastic, crisp and clear. Life is going on, but maybe with a few changes in
priorities.
We managed to stay long enough
to help celebrate Chris' father's 65th birthday on Sunday, October 28th, at a big party
his mother had planned. And wouldn't you know it, the bikes finally arrived in
Buenos Aires. Oh well, as they say, a watched pot never boils. Monday night we
said a teary goodbye to his mom and dad at the airport. However, we shall see them
again in about 3 months time when they come visit in Santiago de Chile.
For me it was definitely hard
to leave. Being home means not having to think about making myself understood,
either due to language or cultural differences. My friends and family at home all
understand me, inherently. That's a bit deep I know but it's the only way I can
describe it. It was great to be home, but I also can't wait to begin exploring South
America!
It's 9:00am, do you know where your kids are?
Dad looks pretty good, considering he had triple by-pass surgery last month
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Chris' sister,
Andrea took it a bit harder.... |
Elyse and Scott, our niece and nephew
a.k.a. Princess and Dr NO!
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Outside Doc Watsons for the Friday Night reunion
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View of Ground
Zero, from above
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These memorials are
spread throughout the city
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New
York Post Office
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