They asked me to come with them for the New York part.
I procrastinated about this for ages, coming up with endless reasons why I shouldn't go - e.g. the expense, how husband would cope by himself at home ( J was in Europe and, if I went anywhere, Z was coming with me), would our cats survive in my absence, did I mention the expense?
Also, I had never in my life set foot in an aeroplane. How would I cope with a 19 hour flight? What if I hated flying? There's no way out when you're 40,000 feet in the air.
Anyway, in the end it came down to the fact that this was one of those "once in a lifetime" opportunities that I just couldn't pass up. I decided to go to New York and I still can't quite believe that I did.
To be continued......
* E put all her holiday photos into separate folders on Facebook while she was overseas. Each folder was named after a song about New York. I'm stealing her idea here.