Words to describe our trip...

We had many questions during our trip...
Flight cancelled?
Huh?
No Crew?
Excuse me?
White Plains, NY?
and where is that?
Do I get to eat dinner or not? (you know food is important!)
WHOA? (lots of gasps as as the plane rocks toward the runway)
So which wing is going to hit the pavement first?
And finally you are giving us a Hyundai with no automatic locks?
So now we have to drive over an hour at midnight to get to where we were supposed to be for the night.
Umm... are we still on the plane because it looks like a city down there?
A mountain? Ice? West Point?
VROOM, VROOM!!! Gotta love the tin can we are in hurtling up the mountain and back down.
This is way worse than the rocking plane.

The next morning....
Our realtor? A real winner?
NOT!
Frumpy, likes iceberg lettuce salads, loves diners, and only knows the main roads and subdivisions with the white bi-levels of the 1970's with black shutters. No Starbucks, rattlesnakes, and she shops at goodwill I am sure of!
Do we really want to move here? Is everyone like her?

After sleeping on it we head over the river to where she claims we won't want to live - too $$$.
Well hmmm... we loved it there!!! Found a Panera and a Starbucks! And housing we could live in! Heading north and back over the river again north of the area she deemed desirable we find wonderful houses with views to die for - and we can afford them! 20 minutes to work for Mark and a super cute town to boot!
Time for a new realtor who knows more than about the armpit of Newburgh!
Pictures to be posted later!