Off to the right!
I arrived in New York at 6:something AM. It was an ungodly hour, I had very little sleep and I was still suffering from Strep. When I landed it was starting to rain and little did I know I had arrived in time for a huge storm! But none of that matters, I had a great time even if I spent the first 3 days under an umbrella.
Thankfully my friend met me half way (Fulton subway stop) and I'm even more grateful for the woman who stayed with me because I was going the same way, otherwise I would have gotten lost for sure. Apparently, the A train (airport to Manhattan) was being worked on.
My first impression of Manhattan... I felt right at home. Growing up in L.A. I was used to big cities, only this one is much older and historically speaking, I think, more interesting. I wanted to take pictures of every old building I saw, every statue, every landmark, everything!
Upon Arrival, My friend and I quickly headed to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, then to the Neue Galerie, and since we had time we stopped by the Guggenheim (I keep wanting to call it the googleheim). A bit later we met up with the room mate and ate dinner at Jeckle and Hyde. The food wasn't impressive but the atmosphere was neat. Finally we walked around for a bit and ended up in Times Square, that's when it started thundering and pouring rain so we headed home.
On Monday I woke up with a mean sore throat. Sunday was my last day of antibiotics and they didn't work. I quickly headed to the Metropolitan hospital and was there from 10am to 4pm. I guess it was nice to know that where ever you go somethings never change. I had a nice chat with a lady who also had strep, all in all it was an interesting experience. I met up with my friend later and walked around the city and ended up at Grand Central Station before heading home. I was out like a light.
I spent the day with the room mate on Tuesday, she accompanied me on my search for old Manhattan cemeteries. It was a good lesson in Manhattan history, recent and old. We walked everywhere including Soho, Little Italy, and Chinatown. Since one of the cemeteries were located directly across from the World Trade Center I took some time to take a look around. There were many tributes to the tragic events surrounding the World Trade Center buildings and all had worth in their own right, but I couldn't help the feeling of it being all propaganda. No, none of it was propaganda, but our government seems to use it as such. I felt bad that the memories of all the people who died, during that time, are sometimes used in the name of war.
Much of my time on Wednesday was spent wandering around lower Manhattan. I checked out most of the big buildings before taking a spill in front of the N.Y.Library. That was embarrassing, a nice man helped me up and I laughed it off before hobbling away. Later I met up with a friend and we grabbed a ferry that took us around the bay. After grabbing dinner we continued to walk everywhere.
Thursday was spent in and around central park. It's beautiful. I love how every where you go there's a little artistic surprise hiding behind a tree/bush/lake. I found the Belvedere Castle which has a great view of the north rims of the park. After watching turtles try to mate I made my way to The Dakota. I didn't know the exact location of John Lennon's memorial so when I found Strawberry Fields I was somewhat taken. When I saw the mosaic I my emotions rushed me unexpectedly. I felt so sad for Yoko Ono. I can only imagine what it would feel like to lose the one person in the world who truly made you happy, who completed you. It broke my heart to think of her loss. I was lost at how a single event could have such an impact on humanity. It's amazes me at how fragile we really are and yet we're capable of great strength.
What would a trip to N.Y. be if you didn't go see a show? If I new how cheap the prices could be I would have been there every night. Instead we there one night and Spamalot was the show. It was great! I don't think I've laughed so hard and for so long.
On my last full day there, Friday, I visited the Museum of Natural History and the Moma. I spent way too much time in the History, all mourning, but it was fascinating and there's waaay too much to see. Throughout the week I buried myself in the city, exploring everything and anything I could get my hands on. Not once did I miss California until Friday. As I was finishing up my visit in the American Museum of Natural History, I came upon the North American Forest section. I turned the corner and homesickness hit me. Taking up an entire wall of the museum was a gigantic slice of Red Wood found in Big Basin Forest and cut down in 1881. At that moment I was glad I would be heading home the next day.
My last day on the right side was Saturday. We woke up, ate a good breakfast and headed of to the Museum of Sex. Yup, nothing but porn and the history there of. Interesting to say the least.
It was once pointed out to me that if there was porn to be found, I would find it. It's true, it's my special talent.
It was sad to leave my friend, but I was looking forward to getting back.
On another note: My strep throat never cleared up. It took 5 days of eating raw garlic to make it go away. I thought I was going to have to take them out, thank goddess for natural antibiotics!
Thankfully my friend met me half way (Fulton subway stop) and I'm even more grateful for the woman who stayed with me because I was going the same way, otherwise I would have gotten lost for sure. Apparently, the A train (airport to Manhattan) was being worked on.
My first impression of Manhattan... I felt right at home. Growing up in L.A. I was used to big cities, only this one is much older and historically speaking, I think, more interesting. I wanted to take pictures of every old building I saw, every statue, every landmark, everything!
Upon Arrival, My friend and I quickly headed to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, then to the Neue Galerie, and since we had time we stopped by the Guggenheim (I keep wanting to call it the googleheim). A bit later we met up with the room mate and ate dinner at Jeckle and Hyde. The food wasn't impressive but the atmosphere was neat. Finally we walked around for a bit and ended up in Times Square, that's when it started thundering and pouring rain so we headed home.
On Monday I woke up with a mean sore throat. Sunday was my last day of antibiotics and they didn't work. I quickly headed to the Metropolitan hospital and was there from 10am to 4pm. I guess it was nice to know that where ever you go somethings never change. I had a nice chat with a lady who also had strep, all in all it was an interesting experience. I met up with my friend later and walked around the city and ended up at Grand Central Station before heading home. I was out like a light.
I spent the day with the room mate on Tuesday, she accompanied me on my search for old Manhattan cemeteries. It was a good lesson in Manhattan history, recent and old. We walked everywhere including Soho, Little Italy, and Chinatown. Since one of the cemeteries were located directly across from the World Trade Center I took some time to take a look around. There were many tributes to the tragic events surrounding the World Trade Center buildings and all had worth in their own right, but I couldn't help the feeling of it being all propaganda. No, none of it was propaganda, but our government seems to use it as such. I felt bad that the memories of all the people who died, during that time, are sometimes used in the name of war.
Much of my time on Wednesday was spent wandering around lower Manhattan. I checked out most of the big buildings before taking a spill in front of the N.Y.Library. That was embarrassing, a nice man helped me up and I laughed it off before hobbling away. Later I met up with a friend and we grabbed a ferry that took us around the bay. After grabbing dinner we continued to walk everywhere.
Thursday was spent in and around central park. It's beautiful. I love how every where you go there's a little artistic surprise hiding behind a tree/bush/lake. I found the Belvedere Castle which has a great view of the north rims of the park. After watching turtles try to mate I made my way to The Dakota. I didn't know the exact location of John Lennon's memorial so when I found Strawberry Fields I was somewhat taken. When I saw the mosaic I my emotions rushed me unexpectedly. I felt so sad for Yoko Ono. I can only imagine what it would feel like to lose the one person in the world who truly made you happy, who completed you. It broke my heart to think of her loss. I was lost at how a single event could have such an impact on humanity. It's amazes me at how fragile we really are and yet we're capable of great strength.
What would a trip to N.Y. be if you didn't go see a show? If I new how cheap the prices could be I would have been there every night. Instead we there one night and Spamalot was the show. It was great! I don't think I've laughed so hard and for so long.
On my last full day there, Friday, I visited the Museum of Natural History and the Moma. I spent way too much time in the History, all mourning, but it was fascinating and there's waaay too much to see. Throughout the week I buried myself in the city, exploring everything and anything I could get my hands on. Not once did I miss California until Friday. As I was finishing up my visit in the American Museum of Natural History, I came upon the North American Forest section. I turned the corner and homesickness hit me. Taking up an entire wall of the museum was a gigantic slice of Red Wood found in Big Basin Forest and cut down in 1881. At that moment I was glad I would be heading home the next day.
My last day on the right side was Saturday. We woke up, ate a good breakfast and headed of to the Museum of Sex. Yup, nothing but porn and the history there of. Interesting to say the least.
It was once pointed out to me that if there was porn to be found, I would find it. It's true, it's my special talent.
It was sad to leave my friend, but I was looking forward to getting back.
On another note: My strep throat never cleared up. It took 5 days of eating raw garlic to make it go away. I thought I was going to have to take them out, thank goddess for natural antibiotics!
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