And we trekked all over, as one is wont to do in New York City. We saw the High Line. The cobblestones in the Meat Packing District. The movie star-owned homes on the most perfect New York street in the West Village. We had copious Diet Cokes and a park pretzel. And some margaritas. And brunch in Brooklyn. It was a lovely weekend.
All it needed was fro-yo and manicures.
Hello? I Forgot My Mantra. 
Such a wonderful time! Don’t forget the gin bucket š but I’m sad my skinny picture didn’t make it onto the Internet.
That must be your “big” sister!
Your pictures always make New York look so nice and romantic — very “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and “World of Henry Orient” — not at all how I think of it!
Instagram filters make everything look better š
For the amount of walking you do every day, Mar, you must be in incredible shape! š
She is a skinny mini!