The holiday Nazi cometh

The last time we went sightseeing together was in Barcelona a couple of years ago. We walked so much during the day that at night I could hardly sleep for my trembling and aching thighs.
"No, you were the one that came up with a list of places to go," my sister said when I reminded her of this. But her true colours came out soon enough.

In the early morning we planned out a route which started from the tip of Manhattan - Battery Park. We got out of the subway to peer at the Statue of Liberty from the edge of the water. It started to rain, so I suggested taking the subway up to Canal Street. But the holiday Nazi was slowly reclaiming her territory already - we ended up posing in front of the bull on Wall Street then walking past the New York Stock Exchange to Chinatown. My toes started squelching in my trainers but we carried on. The umbrella, a flimsy but expensive thing she'd bought in London, broke in the windy rain, but we bought a new one, then carried on. We stopped for bagels and then for some tarts while going through the streets filled with delicatessens and restaurants. Finally, she agreed to take the subway up to Bloomingdale's.

We walked from there to a restaurant that turned out to have been replaced by another one, then back to Bloomingdale's. We walked to Barneys. We walked to Saks Fifth Avenue. We walked to the Rockefeller Center. Then all of a sudden, we realised we were so tired, that our soaked feet would not go any further. We waited for a taxi in the wet darkness, before realising that it was all in vain and went into the subway.

At the bar, we silently waited for M. and my friends to turn up. I refused to remove my drenched socks on the grounds that they would dry faster that way.