On Friday, I left work an hour early, got stuck in traffic anyway, finally picked Rob up in northern Virginia four and a half hours later, and then we drove five more hours to Tarrytown, New York.
We got to the hotel and passed out and then Sean ran the next afternoon, thereby finishing four years of college cross-country. We explored the village, ate some of the largest portions of Greek food I've ever seen, drank espresso, and went back to the hotel to nap. With the best intentions, we headed to the train station to catch a ride into New York City, but it was $100 for four of us to get there and back and we didn't actually have any plans. So we went to a bar and had a drink.
I didn't take one good picture of Rob, it felt like we were only in town for twenty minutes, and we drove more than sixteen hours to get there and back, but I'm so glad we went. Road trips really are the best, even when they're not.