New York… Inspiring and somehow exhausting at the same time. I remember it was around 2 am when I looked out the window of our hotel room on the 45th floor, and I was astonished how busy the streets were. I could see the famous yellow cabs lined up at the stoplight waiting impatiently for the color to turn green, and people who seemed more like small ants crossing the streets. I had forgotten how crowded are the big cities, and honestly I don’t think I ever been in a city as large as New York. Nonetheless, I was so exited to be there, and I wanted to do so many things, and I had so little time. When visiting, it is tough to decide what to do in New York because there are so many things to experience and most likely not enough time. However, whether you decide to visit a museum, enjoy a Broadway play, get lost in Central Park, or just wander among the streets the city will steal your heart.
Personally, I could not miss Brooklyn bridge and the “Charging Bull”, otherwise known as the “Wall Street icon”, so I devoted them the first day of our trip. Walking on the streets of one of the most impressive cities in the world reminded me that dreams come true, and we should never stop believing in them. The majesty of the buildings didn’t make me feel smaller or invisible, but rather proud of what human kind had built. For me, it is unquestionable a form of art to transform a city in a body of admiration for so many people around the globe.
The cold weather and mist did not stop me from strolling around, and gladly my shoes were comfy so I was able to enjoy the walk and the views. Even though I was hoping that it would be sunny, I find that the gloomy weather emphasizes the beauty of this megalopolis and only accentuates its fast pace. Also, to match the weather I decided to wear grey and black for the day, and only later in the evening, inspired by the tulips in the park, I added a colorful scarf for a more playful look, and to protect my neck from the terrible wind which was whistling among buildings.
While exploring the city we ended up in “Little Italy” district, which I felt in love with. A welcome sign and light garlands announce that we have arrived to what once was a large Italian neighborhood. Today, the historical district is only three blocks, and features few Italian restaurants, stores, and a Italian American Museum.
We ended up the day with a walk in Brooklyn which seemed quiet and somehow deserted compared to Manhattan; however, it was nice to escape the jam-packed city. Also, while walking we met these trees with glorious pink blossoms, which despite the cold weather spectacularly announce the arrival of spring.
See you soon with more details about this trip.