New York, New York with Mum & Dad, Mum & Dad
Trip Start Dec 28, 2008
49Trip End Dec 07, 2009
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Where I stayed
777 27th Avenue, New York
Back to September..
I went to meet my parents in New York...
I was like a small dog that needed the toilet in anticipation to see my family. The Greyhound was typical, except for the fact that they had overfilled the bus (only by a mere 60 people!!), so having missed getting on 2 in a row due to overcrowding, I was now being diverted to New York via Washington.I calmly went through the motions but on arriving in New York, its like I was suddenly charged with high volts of excited electricity as I new my folks were [somewhere] nearby...
It turns out that with my 3 hour delay and their earlier-than-expected arrival, we turned up at our new home within 5 minutes of each other.
It was such a GREAT reunion. I breathed out for the first tine in 8 months and suprised myself with how emotional I was (for those that know me this probably wouldnt be that much of a suprise eh?)
The excitement to all be together and here in the magical city of NY was flowing from us all. It was like we all had attention deficit disorder (more than usual anyway!) as sentences were constantly interupted by sights or sudden memories of news that needed to be shared. Was so much fun.
We went Uptown, Downtown, Brooklyn and Broadway.
Night tours, day tours, bikes and the subway.
Coffee and doughnuts and too many delis,
Sitting in parks, shopping and relaxing with tele.
Dad has alwasy been a huge fan of the USA and found joy in the most mundane things. He truly enjoyed the constant stream of sirens flying past our appartment with the drivers unique honking like a small boy, jumping up off the sofa (in his 60s this man can STILL jump!) to look down on the flashing lights below.
Its like he had never seen a doughnut before either buying himself 12 at a time, just because the 'server smiled at me!' ??
Mum on the other hand wanted to see EVERYTHING! Dad and I wouldnt question the long walks we were going on, following behind like kids while she walked ahead with her nose in her map.It did seem to be all about supermarkets though, as wherever we went it ended up at one she had heard sold the best houmous/hot dog/kosher kebab' in town.
I went back to Ocean City for the weekend to see the friends I had stayed with in the very beginning of my trip and couldnt BELIEVE what a different place it was now that it was summer.
On this entire trip I have still not been as cold as I was when I was here on New Years Eve celebrating with Fred, Charlotte and FROSTBITE.. Infact, I still havent thawed from that night, so it was with great delight that I could sit here on the beach, breathing in the sun with familiar sights without 15 layers and a balaclava on.
Fred and Charlotte went back to London the following weekend and ever-so kindly offered me the keys to their house while they were gone. So, we all came back a week later.
It was great showing the folks another side of the USA and Ocean City is sooo different to New York.
We went for bike rides and ice cream, strolls along the beach and early cinemas. No sirens to be heard (its so quiet here at night, swallowing is deafening!), but the abundance of doughnut shops on the pier nearly trebled!
All too soon the folks were packing their bags and saying goodbye. It was so weird to be sending them on their way while I carried on this adventure... but before I even had a chance to dwell on it, best friend Reemah had arrived here in the New York appartment with boyfriend Jim, best gay friend Aidan, Wendy from Chicago and Tony-from-Preston-who-now-lives-in-Arizona!!
Same city, completely different experience! While the walks to Times Square and all that were the same, the chats and desires were totally opposite (yeah, no trips to supermarkets this weekend!).While there with my parents it was about early dinners in restuarants we had stumbled across while walking about, finding out way; whereas with the gang it was about speedy cabs across town for late night suppers and cool, hip and highly reccommended places in New York.
It was wonderful to have had the opportunity to have my bestest friend and my folks out here. It grounded me in the midst of the unsettled world of travelling and was so great to just exist in their company.
The plans that followed were to get my flight back to Brazil to work on the boat till I left to come home. I had wanted to go down through Chile and up through Argentina on my way back there, but this was going to cost me more money than I could bear to borrow, and I concluded that being back in Brazil, although done before, would still be part of this magical time, so happily repacked my [much smaller] backpack heading back to Georgia en route to Brazil...