Got off plane. What to do? Go to JFK to drop off bag or go to the city. Undecided. Wasted about an hour trying to decide. How do I log this bag all the way to the Lower East Side? Finally decided. Going into the city, with bag, don't care, I'll deal with it when I get there.
Took a bus to Grand Central Terminal. Good. Breakfast place. Starved. Can you believe I haven't had breakfast? Had breakfast at Pershing Square. They serve coffee in this cute little teacups. Makes me want to go home and dig up mine. So cute. Makes the coffee taste better. True story. After 4 cups. Felt so much better. Wheeled bag around and ready to start adventure. Oh, look, there's Grand Central Terminal. Must take a picture. Pictures not very good, but they will do. Bag is heavy. Very heavy. Security guard smiles at me in office building. Why not ask him to take care of my bag. It's crazy I know, but it's worth a shot. What are you going to do, lug this all the way to LES?
Hey, there can you watch my bag. Thanks. Here's my number. I will be back this evening to pick it up. Thank you. And there it was... that simple. People can actually be nice. I am so shocked.
The walk begins.
My New York trip in pictures. Union Square. Lower East Side. Pimps and Pinups. Corner of Ludlow and Orchard. The Bisous Ciao shop. An entire store dedicated to Macaroons. Me sitting on a stoop waiting on my appointment. Shoes hurt. Rested. Wait, why is there a bench in front of a store, on the street? Is it weird that I'm sitting here? People pass. No one seems to think so. Ohh, listened to the street. Very earthy neighborhood. This is what America feels like. Breathtaking Times Square. No matter how many times I see it, never gets old.
Then, the Setai. I remember walking past this place and thinking, one day I am going to afford to stay in a nice place like this here. So I took a picture to remind myself of when I sent that wish into the world.
Travelling puts you in touch with yourself, with how you feel, with what it's like to listen to the rest of the world around you, helps you connect with your other self. It's an amazing indescribable feeling.
My New York trip in pictures. Union Square. Lower East Side. Pimps and Pinups. Corner of Ludlow and Orchard. The Bisous Ciao shop. An entire store dedicated to Macaroons. Me sitting on a stoop waiting on my appointment. Shoes hurt. Rested. Wait, why is there a bench in front of a store, on the street? Is it weird that I'm sitting here? People pass. No one seems to think so. Ohh, listened to the street. Very earthy neighborhood. This is what America feels like. Breathtaking Times Square. No matter how many times I see it, never gets old.
Then, the Setai. I remember walking past this place and thinking, one day I am going to afford to stay in a nice place like this here. So I took a picture to remind myself of when I sent that wish into the world.
Travelling puts you in touch with yourself, with how you feel, with what it's like to listen to the rest of the world around you, helps you connect with your other self. It's an amazing indescribable feeling.
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