This past week of my life can and should be divided into three parts.
The ridiculous. (and kind of ugly)
Today I will focus on the good.
Yes, I’ll admit it. NYC had a few good qualities. A few good traits.
And just like last time, one of those traits was family. I love my sibs in law. Chris and Melissy are the best and they were great hosts.
Another is the museum. I finally had a chance to walk around the MET. This art museum could takes weeks to walk through.
My favorite room was the Degas room. I grew up with his paintings all over the place and I was once a dancer, therefore, add on the nostalgia. His work is beautiful.
When we were standing among all the ballerina paintings, I exclaimed, “This is my favorite room!”
And Greg, almost in unison with me, said, “This is probably my least favorite room.”
Another GREAT thing NYC has to offer? An outstanding farmer’s market. Chris, Greg and I walked around, bought some honey and strawberries, and sat in the grass to eat it all up. What a wonderful afternoon!
Next up on the good things about NYC list…. LATTES WITH FOAM ART!!! woop woop I can’t get over it. You could call me easily pleased.
It’s become a tradition for me to get a bag of roasted almonds. I love these little guys. Do I want to think about how old and/or unsanitary these nuts just might be? Not really. So I indulge once a year and enjoy every last sweet and salty nut.
Who knew? A beach in NYC? Call me an idiot, but it had never really occurred to me that the Big Apple was a place where bikinis showed themselves and ocean waves covered your feet. I only picture a dirt city. Being that there is so much coastline available, however, I came to realize that one great aspect to living in this city is, in fact, the beach. The weather was perfect. We played catch with a football. We had a blast!
I finally got to pose like this:
NYC is the only place where I can truly enjoy jazz music. (otherwise, you couldn’t really call me a die hard fan of the genre) We went up to a bar called Dizzy’s, listened to live music, had THIS VIEW the entire time, and I drank the best dirty martini of my life. That, my friends, was a lovely night in the city. I must give credit where credit is due.
In order to have more to talk about in the upcoming NYC blogs, I will end here:
I LOVE THE FACT THAT YOU CAN WALK TO SO MANY PLACES!!!
I love walking. LOVE IT.
The train, not so much. But whenever we strolled a few blocks, had a few miles to go on foot, I had a smile on my face.
That’s all for now, folks.