I’ve never lived in New York City and I don’t plan on ever living there. Yet it ranks waaaaay up there as my favorite city.
It’s something to do with the pulsing energy. The racial diversity always but always knocks me over in a swooning delight. I can’t get enough of a place in which conservative Jewish kids play alongside African American kids and kids who are actually speaking Chinese, Spanish, other languages. It’s a microcosm of the world, it’s the all of us in a city-shell.
I can’t put my finger on it, but I feel like the survival piece is just as strong in NYC as it is on the Lost Coast. There are a million differences, sure, but there are a million similarities too. There is a rawness in both.
In any case, we walked all over the place. An average of 7 miles a day! (thank you, Pacer app). In the photos above, Helena took us walking on the Washington Bridge – so lovely – and below, Belen took us to this wonderful park where kids run around in their swimsuits through spray water.
There was only one day in which Helena had to be at work and I had the kids, solo. It wasn’t really “solo” though, because Helena’s daughter Belen was there and she knows things inside out. 9 years old, and she was like a little mommy with the kids.
They adored her.
The park in the photos above is this stretch along by the Brooklyn Bridge – it’s this long series of parks that are each, in and of themselves, worthy of a trip to see. Together, going from one to another (- the spray/water park to the climbing park to the sand park to the art parks to the forest/butterfly park, and so forth), it’s just an awesome mind-glow.
Then we went to the Highline park. I’ve been wanting to visit that since I read the National Geographic piece on it years ago when it first opened.
On the way home: