RICE, RICE baby

I failed to mention that I rolled my ankle last week getting in one last hill run workout... and that sprinting through the terminals in Atlanta only reminded me of the injury.

What's a gal to do? Rest, Ice, Compress and Elevate... and rely on the mystical powers of frozen vegetables. (They make clean-up a cinch!)



Wednesday was a productive day. Here's the scoop:

Went to the Borders on Wall Street becaus Marilyn unfortunately forgot her guidebook. D'oh! Staff members want to know where we are from. Texas? It figures. (Apparently due to the fact we used "y'all" and were nice... NOT because we look like Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders.)

Met some interesting chacters on Wall Street: Nervous traders, silent protesters, contruction workers with flair (lapel pins) and the likes. Got our photo by the stock exchange bull... ran into some folks from Madrid... and our day had just begun!

We took the ferry to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. For me, lady copper is nothing more than a photo op and a restroom break. Save your stamina for Ellis Island. Incredible! Very humbling to think I am the product of a man who left all he ever knew in Germany to pass through those doors and embrace an unknown land. The museum is also a wonderful reminder that America prospered much from immigration, then suffered much from greed and fear.