Getting All Touristy Again - Part 2
Nope, this isn’t the continuation of my post on my trip to Boston. Just felt that the title would be so apt for this blog because it does describe quite a similar feeling. A different experience, but the same giddy feeling I enjoy.
I always thought that having some “I love (it’s supposed to be a heart symbol there instead of the word, but anyway, you know what I mean) NY” souvenir was quite overrated. My first visit to NY was okay (2 years ago I think) – seeing the Manhattan skyline, Times Square, etc. It was great, but maybe because of the time constraints, there wasn’t really enough time to actually experience NY.
So I just thought that it was odd of me to maybe say that I love NY, or even think that I would ever say that in the future. Well, that was back then.
Renee’s visit a few days ago was a good excuse to go around NY. We went around till my feet were “gangrene-ready”. From the Statue of Liberty to Central Park. From watching a Broadway play to walking on the Brooklyn Bridge (okay, I was limping by that time so that was only a third of the bridge). From eating the ever-famous Lombardi’s pizza to still eating the ever-famous soul food at Sylvia’s. Saw it, tasted it, smelled it, and felt it. Down to taking a cab and having a hotdog. We had the great New York experience.
Funny thing is, that's not even half of what the ultimate New York experience should be. Talking to someone who spent more than half of her life in New York makes you realize that the experience may never end. She still loves it, the same way she did the first time she saw it.
And I knew that there was a darn good reason why the only print a souvenir could have is “I love NY.” Because I know I do.
The view is breathtaking from the Empire State Building. The ride is refreshing – taking a pedicab around Central Park. The city is just filled with thousands of nationalities, it’s like seeing the world in a small city.
Not to mention I get to hang out with my buddies from college. Who would have thought that after 10 years we’d see each other in another continent?
So there I was, getting all touristy again. It’s a nice feeling, and I wish that even if I’d get to see the city more often, I could look at it with those “touristy” eyes of mine.
I love New York. And it’ll only probably cost you a dollar to say that to the world in that white shirt we always see in good ole’ Chinatown.
I always thought that having some “I love (it’s supposed to be a heart symbol there instead of the word, but anyway, you know what I mean) NY” souvenir was quite overrated. My first visit to NY was okay (2 years ago I think) – seeing the Manhattan skyline, Times Square, etc. It was great, but maybe because of the time constraints, there wasn’t really enough time to actually experience NY.
So I just thought that it was odd of me to maybe say that I love NY, or even think that I would ever say that in the future. Well, that was back then.
Renee’s visit a few days ago was a good excuse to go around NY. We went around till my feet were “gangrene-ready”. From the Statue of Liberty to Central Park. From watching a Broadway play to walking on the Brooklyn Bridge (okay, I was limping by that time so that was only a third of the bridge). From eating the ever-famous Lombardi’s pizza to still eating the ever-famous soul food at Sylvia’s. Saw it, tasted it, smelled it, and felt it. Down to taking a cab and having a hotdog. We had the great New York experience.
Funny thing is, that's not even half of what the ultimate New York experience should be. Talking to someone who spent more than half of her life in New York makes you realize that the experience may never end. She still loves it, the same way she did the first time she saw it.
And I knew that there was a darn good reason why the only print a souvenir could have is “I love NY.” Because I know I do.
The view is breathtaking from the Empire State Building. The ride is refreshing – taking a pedicab around Central Park. The city is just filled with thousands of nationalities, it’s like seeing the world in a small city.
Not to mention I get to hang out with my buddies from college. Who would have thought that after 10 years we’d see each other in another continent?
So there I was, getting all touristy again. It’s a nice feeling, and I wish that even if I’d get to see the city more often, I could look at it with those “touristy” eyes of mine.
I love New York. And it’ll only probably cost you a dollar to say that to the world in that white shirt we always see in good ole’ Chinatown.
posted by annagar at 4:03 PM
2 Comments:
uhm... reminds me of this teleserye here in the Philippines. hehe!
have fun bananagar!
just in case you got confused, there's this teleserye here entitled I LUV NY. it's over now, i think. haha.
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