Tuesday April 19
- New York, New York
- Tessa flies to New York with Stratford.
We have arrived in the Big Apple this afternoon and made our way to the Kopit’s flat, where we found, much to our confusion, James hanging out! So that saved us a phone call.
Just to recap the past few days first- on Saturday I got up a bit too late to go to the morning session at the conference (whoops!) so Therese took me out to Mount Vernon (lovely in this sunny weather) where we met an old friend Marie Cabot and her husband and aunt. I realised I am spectacularly ignorant on American history, so at least now I know what George Washington’s drawing room looked like. And that he was the first President *ahem*. We got a bit lost coming back which meant I was late for the later session at the conference, but in any case slipped into the room full of theologians and observed for the last hour. Then it turned out I was going to have to crash the banquet dinner (heh heh;)), which I did. I briefly saw my Godfather, Uncle Michael. Then I went home and crashed into bed, thankful that I was far from regretting my choice of theology. I mean now I want to study it so I can be among those sort of people and know what the hell they are talking about!
On Sunday we went to the French church in Georgetown, and then to an Italian restaurant for lunch. Then Therese dropped me at the Abela’s…
oops got to go! Lots of people are arriving at the Kopits!
New Pope though- ehy, ehy, EHY?! :D