News? The schmear? The sunscreen all over my freckled shoulders?
New York City.
High 80's, 5 days with 4 dear friends, 1 quaint apartment. We all know what "quaint" really means, so I won't go into it.
It had been two years since my last visit to my favorite U.S. city, which is about a year too long. I was on an annual kick before, but expenses or time or work got in the way last year, so I missed it. I made up for it this trip. Example One: I snapped over 500 pictures. Extreme? A bit, maybe. To some people, I suppose. But if you have been there before, and if you have a love for brick buildings, graffitied water towers, and stunning architecture, then you can probably understand.
Dancing.
Until three in the morning.
Grabbing a hot pizza and six pack and then heading to your buddy's roof with music blaring and people talking and taxi's swerving in the background, down below.
Italian Lemon Ice, twice in one day.
The Strand bookstore is the largest used bookstore in the country and I went there. I returned there. It made me so happy.
I ate lunch in Union Square and watched protesters gather while someone figured out how to work the handheld video camera.
Sprawling in Washington Square Park with my book, surrounded by college students, families, dogs, and my best friend, underneath cherry blossom trees.
New York City.