Gabrielle is a very lucky baby to have been able to experience the Manhattan Port Authority bus terminal at such a young age. I expect the germs she picked up there will fortify her immune system for a long time.
I'm in Atlantic City! It's a dream come true. Wake up, Gabrielle, wake up!!
Gabrielle and I took in the sights while Mark was, ahem, otherwise occupied. The beach was gorgeous, although it was hard to get out of the shadow of Bally's. We stayed in the tower on the right, the old Claridge hotel.
Walking in the Atlantic - a surprising 71 degrees warm.
Gabrielle and I took in the hourly fountain show at the Caesar's Palace. She seemed to actually be watching and enjoying it. She's nearly human.
The next day, we returned home. That last travel day involved 2 cab rides, 2 flights, and 2 train rides. Unbelievably, we made it home intact and with all our luggage. Some guy at the Atlantic City train station said he couldn't believe we were travelling with so much stuff and a baby. Yeah. We're a little crazy that way.
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