Hello, internets! We are home from New York City. I can’t even begin to describe it… it was fantastic.
I saw, felt, tasted, experienced, heard, and was touched by so many things, I feel like I could write a book about these past five days. And so I’ve decided to put together a scrapbook of sorts, full of ephemera and photos and moments and things.
I was so captivated by the city – so busy experiencing it – that my camera never left its case. I did snap some shots with my iPhone, and I think we captured a few videos, but for the most part, all of the memories are tucked away in my mind.
How can I really show you the people tucked away on a sidewalk in Chinatown, fixing shoes, cutting soles from rubber, while a well-dressed young woman sat nearby on a crate with one boot on and one boot off? How can I describe the excitement of seeing fresh whelks on ice in a Chinatown market, then pulling them out of their shells and dunking them in parsley butter at an oyster bar uptown? How can I capture the lone trumpet player in the subway, playing “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” while we waited for the train, hand in hand, tired and happy and inspired? Or the taste of a perfectly pulled espresso mixed with ganache made from Mast Brothers chocolate and cinnamon? Or the man behind the counter who handed me my bagel, wished me a Merry Christmas, and gave me a wink? Or the accent of the woman at the cash register… “Nexta, pliz! Nexta!” Or the group of Asian senior citizens atop a Christmas float, all dressed as Santas, dancing and singing to Christmas tunes? Or the biting cold of 24 degrees F, and the warmth of a steaming bowl of ramen?
Oh, internets, New York was lovely. I can’t wait to tell you more about it, to journal about it (and about what we ate!), to put together a scrapbook, to put all my ideas into place. Cranberry-popcorn garlands and paper snowflakes, toasted marshmallow ice cream and jalapeño mignonette, handmade books and Nina Simone on vinyl. I want to remember it all.
Hope you all had a wonderful weekend, too!