Dear Logbook, forty-sixth day of a new life. Yesterday was shorter in terms of things we saw in the City. We only focus on the Intrepid Museum. Then in the afternoon, night to the airport to catch the plane to London (delayed). Pictures can be shown in: Today have already dawned flying towards London and

Dear Logbook, forty-fifth day of a new life. Yesterday my Diary we did not walk as much as other days. But almost 10 km almost certainly. Nothing to highlight except the fact that we received the mail from the airline changing flights back to Sweden. We who like to go with ease in the displacements

Dear Logbook, forty-fourth day of a new life. Yesterday my Diary, we left the hotel before 8 AM in the morning and arrived at it beyond 8 PM in the evening. And without having taken any subway or bus. According to the phone about 12-15 km. Another great day that I summarize with the photos

Dear logbook, forty-third day of a new life. Yesterday, my diary was a day where the little sailors behaved in a wonderful way. We were walking about 15 km according to what the mobile says. The fact is that we left the hotel before 8 in the morning and which New Yorkers had a coffee

Dear Logbook, forty-first day of a new life. Yesterday my Diary was a wonderful day. It was very noticeable having slept less, because we were all tired in the afternoon. Especially the little sailor Gadea. The day started very soon having breakfast at 6.30 am and taking a walk to Time Square, a place that

Dear Logbook, fortieth day of a new life. Yesterday was a very long day. We woke up very soon 5.30 AM and we would go to sleep at about 2 am … 20.00 PM in New York. We just got tired and from there we went to bed soon. Yes, I took some pictures as

Dear Logbook, thirty-ninth day of a new life. Today my Diary is the day we had marked for at least 5 weeks in the calendar. Today we embark the whole family on a journey of celebration, of celebration for having arrived all together on that Island that we longed for since that August 22, 2019.

Dear Logbook, thirty-eighth day of a new life. Today my Diary is Saturday but something different from the preceding ones. As tomorrow we fly to the United States today we will not rent a car to go grocery. It’s time to empty the fridge. Everyone at home but me, have already packed. It’s my turn