New York City
Back to blogging, although likely sporadically until I'm settled back in Tarsus.
A few posts to come this week about my trip to NYC, for those of you who may not have had a chance to visit yet. I'll post some photos and some random thoughts.
Early morning flight from Halifax to Newark, NJ. The Newark airport feels sadly familiar... I've spent hours and hours in this place - one LONG layover with Michelle on the way to London. That was at least in the classier Continental terminal. The less enjoyable experience was the 8 hour layover with Charlie. The cat. In the ghetto "other airlines" terminal. Just thinking about it sends a shudder down my spine. On a positive note, there's nothing like traveling with your cat as carry-on to make you appreciate solo travel all over again.
A view of Central Park and the NYC skyline from the roof of the Metropolitan MuseumMy trip to New York reminded me of my trip to Egypt in January. Why, you might ask? Well, I'm glad I went but I won't be back! For New York, I had to see it - I had to wander the streets, discover the neighborhoods and feel the mood. I now will have a much better understanding of books, movies and films set in New York. (Nearly every key sight reminded me of some movie or another. It made me especially eager to re-watch Funny Face and Gossip Girl, oddly enough! But, New York City was still just that, a huge, busy, growling city. I went, I saw, I'll go somewhere else next time.
I only have two pictures of me in NYC - I hate asking strangers to take my photo. Central Park, NYC
I lined up at the TKTS (1/2 price day of tickets for Broadway shows) and got a front row seat for In The Heights. Quite the treat. I always remember the front row seat shows. Early on, Mom took Kathy and I to Phantom of the Opera, front row. I kept freaking out because the pyrotechnics were so close they made my face hot! Then, in London, Heidi and I went to a modern dance performance in Covent Garden - seats still available? Front row. In that performance, we kept getting droplets of dancers' sweat flung onto us. And now In the Heights - no scary pyrotechnics and no disgusting sweat - just a lot of great singing and dancing. It was almost...magical!
