Part 3 - New York City to Lancaster, Penn
I have to be honest: I was nervous about our day in New York City. I knew we were going to be using public transportation, which was entirely new to us, and I worried about things like using the city's restrooms, navigating the subway, and just getting around. Still, the excitement far outweighed the nerves.
We started our morning with a walk around Jersey City, since our hotel—the Canopy by Hilton—was right in the Jersey City Arts District. Making our way toward the waterfront, we were surrounded by skyscrapers, murals, bustling restaurants, and a vibrant atmosphere. I loved our walk, especially when we got our very first look at New York City across the water.
Afterward, we headed back to the hotel for a yummy breakfast in the lobby café. I sat back and took in all the gorgeous art and architecture while we waited for our food to arrive.
"We made our way to the PATH (Port Authority Trans Hudson), which dropped us off close to Battery Park and the Twin Towers Memorial around noon. The feeling around the Twin Towers memorial was quite somber and a little overwhelming to take in. Just a short walk away, Battery Park was bustling with people, construction work, and bright sunshine, and we headed down there to catch our first glimpse of the Statue of Liberty.
Catching sight of her brought on so many emotions: the inner child was thrilled, the adult was equally enthralled, and there was a deep sense of pride involved—a poignant reminder of our immigrant history.
Note on photography: I didn't take my big camera into the city with us that day, so all of our images were captured with our phones. Since we were going to a play at the end of the day, I just didn't think carrying my camera would be very convenient."
We took our first subway ride and ended up in SoHo, where fashion stores were everywhere! We got sucked right into the flow of the city—fast-paced, vibrant, and fun. We stopped at a deli for a delicious sandwich, eating at a sidewalk table just to enjoy the people-watching. Afterward, Washington Square Park was full of people playing frisbee, having lunch, and enjoying the day. From there, we rode the old wooden escalators in Macy’s (which also had lovely bathrooms; I learned that there are plenty of very nice restrooms in the city—you know us seniors need to have those close at hand!).
Later, we grabbed delicious gelato at Anita for another chance to watch the goings-on, and walked past the New York Public Library, where a protest was congregated. We hit all the classic sights—St. Patrick's Cathedral, Rockefeller Center, and Central Park—and topped it all off with dinner at Carnegie Diner right by Central Park. I chose a salad and chicken noodle soup; who would have guessed it would end up being my favorite meal of the trip? Delicious!
What came next was a dream come true. Nicole had gotten us tickets to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show on Broadway. It’s housed in the historic Studio 54 space, which, growing up in the 70s, was quite something to take in. I remember watching Andy Warhol, Michael Jackson, and so many others partying there on our old TV—the kind you actually had to get up to change the channel on!
Nicole told me we were sitting front and center, but I imagined we'd just be in the front row; we were literally the front two middle seats! The show was fabulous, and we took in and treasured every single glorious moment. The actors were just a couple of feet away from us—unbelievable. We were so sad when it was over.
New York City was everything I dreamed of: loud, scary, wonderful, diverse, and filled with friendly people. I will carry these memories with me forever. Loved it!
Back in our hotel room, tired, happy, and ready to work on our journals—yes, I got a little carried away and dedicated several pages just to the city.
Day 12 Stats: 32723 steps - 10.16 miles
We started the day with a walk around Jersey City. A nor'easter was blowing in, and you could feel it—windy, blustery, and chilly. We stopped for breakfast at a cute little restaurant called Alessio's; it was quaint, the food was good, and the people-watching was top-notch.
As we prepared to leave, I turned to Nicole and let her know I only wanted to take smaller roads to our next destination. I didn't care how she managed to get us out of New Jersey—I just wasn't ready to tackle the freeways again quite yet. True to form, she navigated us through the state on wonderfully quiet roads. I love the back roads because you get a real sense of how people live and what the little towns look like up close. Plus, I desperately needed a break from the massive trucks!
We wound our way along beautiful country lanes framed by blowing autumn leaves, stopping for a comforting chicken pot pie for lunch along the way—YUM! Later, we paused in Ridgewood to pop into a charming little tea shop before getting serious about reaching our final destination: the Omega Institute for our retreat.
Looking back, it’s wild to think about how this whole journey started. Nicole is a massive fan of Elizabeth Gilbert—the brilliant author behind Eat, Pray, Love—and she had originally invited me to join her at this exact retreat just to listen and learn from Elizabeth. Of course, that one idea snowballed into an incredible, almost month-long coast-to-coast road trip!
Arriving at the retreat, we pulled up only to discover we needed to drop our luggage off so staff could golf-cart it up to our cabin. It was a lovely, convenient service, though as we unloaded, we couldn't help laughing at ourselves, still holding onto a bit of lingering "trauma" from feeling like the Beverly Hillbillies back in New Jersey! Once our bags were squared away, we registered for the weekend and took a peaceful stroll up through the property to our cabin.
Our room was cozy and inviting. Before long, we headed down to the cafeteria for a healthy, buffet-style dinner. Everyone was mingling and chatting, and the air was simply full of anticipa........tion—a little Rocky Horror nod that felt fitting after our Broadway night!
After dinner, Elizabeth spoke, giving us a taste of what was to come over the weekend. I could already tell we were in for some wonderful challenges and deep self-reflection. By the end of the day, we were wonderfully tired, took a quiet minute to capture it all in our journals, and fell fast asleep, ready for the big days ahead.
We told James that the junk journal judging was finished, I think he thought that was a good idea.
This day began with a short walk. We were limited on time, having to grab breakfast and make our way to our classes. Our instructions were to sit next to someone we didn't know rather than the people we came with. That made me a little apprehensive, but we followed directions and started meeting people.
A super nice woman named Denise sat beside me. She and I started working on the exercises, which included drawing ourselves with our eyes closed and naming our drawing. I named mine Butterfly; when Phil was on his journey with cancer, he had called me Butterfly, so it felt appropriate. We shared our meditations, answers, and thoughts with each other. I came to really like my partner, and it turned out we had a lot in common. I hope we stay in touch.
As the classes went along, everyone began to open up, and each meal became more lively as we reconnected. Everyone got into the spirit of things and began bonding—it was a wonderful experience.
By the end of the day, I learned a lot more about Elizabeth Gilbert and finally saw the magic my daughter had seen in her all along. I’ve got a couple more of her books to add to my reading list now. I ended up loving her and everything I was getting out of the retreat.
What I learned about myself on this whole trip was that caring for Phil through his brain cancer had left me living in a box. I had come to identify with someone who had no choice: no choice in whether Phil got sick, no choice in the financial situation it left us in, and no choice in whether Phil would die. All those things happened, but it was time for me to realize I was no longer in that box. It was time to break free.
The act of driving across the country—taking on a trip that Phil and I had talked about and lost the opportunity to do together—helped me realize that I was allowed out of the cocoon and into the butterfly. What a life-changing trip!
It rained off and on all day, making our walking a bit of a challenge, but we managed to get our steps in between everything. What an astounding day!
A short walk, breakfast, rain, and our last class. I was sad that our time here was dropping anchor; I truly enjoyed the property, the cabin, the food, and, most of all, the wonderful people we met. Elizabeth Gilbert is a treasure, and I loved this experience. I feel like I gained a renewed sense of self-confidence from our short time there.
Before you knew it, the retreat was over, and we were weighing anchor and back on the road. We didn't sail far before heading right into Rhinebeck to check out the town. It was adorable, and we enjoyed a delicious meal at Buns Burger for lunch. We also popped into Paul Rudd's sweet shop. We had a great time just walking around and looking at everything, always on the prowl for treasures for our junk journals.
With the rain at our backs, we navigated onward toward Pennsylvania. We stopped for a fun meal at Cracker Barrel and did a bit of shopping. We arrived at our hotel just as it was getting dark, and talk about a treat! We were staying at the
Between the whirlwind of NYC and the emotional depths of the retreat, we were completely plum tuckered out by the end of the day.




















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