This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series New York City
Hopped up on caffeine from the piping hot English Breakfast Tea I’d readily accepted from the airline steward with a sexy British accent, I was wide awake. Rather than sleep on the plane, I’d instead chosen to spend the early hours of the morning watching the live action Paddington Bear movie and sipping black tea poured from an actual tea kettle being carried down the plane isle.
“Do you really think that looks like me?” I stared up at the statue I had come so far, and waited for so long, to see in person and held my iPhone to my ear. Peter Pan’s voice continued, but I was no longer listening. I couldn’t help agreeing with his own assessment. He didn’t look as I’d imagined. I couldn’t, however, imagine a more perfect spot to find The Lost Boy.