I’m baaaaack!! I spent 7 weeks sharing teaching and administrative responsibilities in Spain for a group of 33 high school students. After organizing travel excursions, lesson planning until the wee hours of the morning, and eating a lot of tortilla, I returned to the states a little . . . . well, beat.
What does a girl do when she’s tired, overstimulated by the amount of English around her (which she hasn’t really spoken or heard in almost 2 months, mind you), and most of her belongings are still in her luggage??? Answer: She keeps it all there, adds nine or ten bottles of homebrew to it, and hops a plane to NYC to spend a weekend with three of her dearest people in the world: her siblings.
I have to say that New York, New York is a wonderful town. There’s so much to see and do, you could really spend an entire month there and not even get to it all. On that note, nobody ever said that you had to see/do it all. I mean, there are NYC natives we met who haven’t been out of their borough. Ever. They’ve got everything they need right in their general vicinity. I find it fascinating.
For the four of us, we wanted to have a good mix of the touristy (the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island) mixed in with the daily grind, the adventurous (I kept trying to get on the “wrong” metro) and the serendipitous (like this cool bar in Park Slope called “Mission Dolores” or the heaven-sent taco stand “El Diablo Tacos” . . . pun intended.)
Not to mention the “Best Worst Picture Taken By A Stranger”:
I feel very lucky to have had this opportunity to be with my family. Y’all are an exceptional bunch, and this was an experience to remember for a very, very long time. -XO