” ‘So many people,’ she thinks, ‘each one with their own story, each following their own singular line of fate.’ ”
– Blood and Beauty
In my suburban desert opinion, all big cities are the same. Tall buildings, heavy population, and an endless jumble of concrete streets to negotiate. I visit such places wanting to be surprised and delighted which usually works out well. It makes my life seem so small in comparison, but I suppose seeing what’s out there and picking up ideas on the way is a form of growth. I prepared myself for dense masses rushing to and fro on every street, but luckily it being a weekend I experienced a very slow version of the city.
Central Park (Upper East Side)
This was probably the highlight of my trip. It is a free destination and nature always appeals to me so long as it’s tamed rather than wild and potentially dangerous. Countless films such as Home Alone 2, Enchanted, and You’ve Got Mail featured scenes from this sheltered green sanctuary. I couldn’t imagine it in the fall or winter but I’m sure it’s all lovely no matter what the season. The zoo area is especially charming with its brick exteriors that suit the surrounding trees. My cousin said the reason we don’t see brick buildings in the West Coast is due to our earthquakes which would crumble them apart.
I’ve been wanting to see this place for years. My heart lifted seeing the iconic white building as I was walking alongside Central Park. The spiral is closed, they told me when I made my way in. They were working on renovations so for a reduced rate one could walk in to see a portion of their exhibits.
Before that day I didn’t give much thought to how the works at placed, just figured someone hangs it and makes sure it’s level. But I see now it is actually a big production with angle specialists, photographers, and other directors who double check placement and other expert details to ensure the right positioning. They had plenty of modern art such as Kandinskys and Picassos which didn’t disappoint.
Fancy shops, whoop de doo. Straight to the 7th floor where they I found a dessert and smoothie restaurant called 40 Carrots. After miles of walking the cool tartness was good to my soul.
Dean and Deluca
In a rush to get some last minute souvenirs I rushed down to this infamous gourmet shop. They have a deli with all kinds of vegan offerings and a other hoity toity selections for those that are into that kind of thing.
My bag of pretty gifts in tow, I made my way to JFK (traffic is gold, my female cabbie said) and had an easy go for the return flight. I’ll miss the selection of gluten free items and being driven around like a celebrity. I’m grateful to have had this chance to spend time with the family, and that no one was injured, plus I unexpectedly hit everything on my list (not an easy task, my stay being only 36 hours, effectively making this almost a layover trip).
During my time here I reveled in clear skies and overcast weather, the same dry and chilly gloom I’m used to in dearest California. It only started drizzling when my plane was taking off. Don’t cry for me, New York. I’m coming home.
Side note: Jet Blue is aces! Compared to my first flight, where I was given a single serving of cranapple mix since cranberry is unavailable or offensive, I got 2 beverage services (with entire cans of straight cranberry juice), a bag of chips, and a hot towel! They also have a “marketplace” where you help yourself to more snacks.
– My cousin likes to cut the plastic 6 pack rings to save the ocean (awwww)
– Natives are polite and service is courteous, same as back home (weekends only?)
– I did not encounter any classic NY accents, maybe it’s just from older generations