Last night I lamented to a friend that so far the best food I’d tasted on my vacation was my friend Mandy’s homemade pot roast (which is, I grant you, hard to compete with). He suggested Balthazar. Why did I not just ask him to begin with? Balthazar was amazing – the latte, the food, and the service were all miles better than everything I’ve had so far.… >> Read more
Today was my Met day. The friend I’m staying with lives in Midtown, so I decided to walk up through the park rather than take the bus. Of course it decided to rain buckets and buckets and buckets and I did not dry out in the four hours I was in the museum. Water even got inside the sleeves of of my heavy lined wool coat and my knee-high leather boots.… >> Read more
Drew, the brother of my friend David, generously showed me around town today. First Central Park, then up to the Met Cloisters (which was never a monastery, but contains the cannibalized bits of several).
Then after some fuss with trains, down to Greenwich Village in the blinding rain to meet David and watch The Seventh Seal, as one usually does on vacation.… >> Read more
I have twelve pages of journal filled, but until I have the chance to make that presentable, here are some photos.
The Cliff’s Notes version:I love flying. It never gets old. I also love cities so much. Mostly because of the architecture. Going back to Seattle is going to make me sad. It’s good that I don’t live here because I would just stand for hours in Grand Central Terminal looking up at the ceiling.… >> Read more
It’s been way, way too long since I’ve had travel photos to post here, which is not unrelated to the fact that I haven’t had a vacation in way, way too long. My roommate’s brother and sister-in-law invited us to join them for the Fourth. They live conveniently (dangerously?) close to Powell’s City of Books in Portland, OR.
That had nothing whatsoever to do with my decision to join her.… >> Read more
My first thought on waking to our last day in the UK was:
‘Holy crap did she set off the smoke alarm again?! That’s the third time!’
But it was just the obnoxious alarm clock going off like a banshee. Theoretically, I could have slept for another half hour but it was never going to happen after that adrenaline rush.… >> Read more