The thing about New York is that the entire city is iconic. Every inch of it—it sometimes feels—is identifiable through some memory of a song, tv show, movie, photo, something. So walking around you quickly feel like you know the place. A couple of weeks in we’re already giving directions to tourists, and the skyline is feeling like a hug from a friend whenever we’re standing in the center of one of the many parks.
Paddling around in Central Park in almost total isolation. Kidding.
We spent an hour paddling bow first into the bushes along the shore so Lowe could collect berries, nuts, and flowers. “I’m going to make something with it,” he kept saying. By the time we got home and emptied our bulging pockets there wasn’t much left for the creation.
Chinatown.
We got caught out in the rain, which caused us to jump into the first restaurant we could find. It must have been good, the kids ate all of our food.
Reflecting on Peking duck.
A universal sight in every Chinatown we’ve ever wandered through. Old men and women gathered to play games together, and always with a crowd around them.
We met Malik Stewart on the train after he gave up his seat for us. He saw my kids interest in his drumsticks, so he sat down and banged out a tune on his bag. Then he reached in and grabbed a stick for each of them. And then he taught them how to spin it on the palm of their hand. Before we parted ways I told him thanks, for spreading the good vibes, and he said, “That’s what it’s all about, man. And hey, you never know who that person that your nice to might be, right? Good vibes have a way of coming back to you.”
That they do.
We googled him to watch his videos when we got home. Sounds like he’s headed for next season’s America’s Got Talent tv show. Based on our ten minutes with him, I hope he wins.
The Intrepid Museum. Pretty dang cool to have an aircraft carrier docked right in the city full of cool planes, a space shuttle, and tons of exhibits.
We have yet to eat bad Mexican in New York. Granted, it all comes at a steep price by street taco standards, but nothing can transport you back to Mexico faster than a good taco.
8 Comments on “Central Park & Chinatown”
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I love that whether you are in another country, in the middle of a field, or in NYC, your kids are always learning, playing & having the best time. You guys are really doing something right!
Your picture of “Shot on iPhone” with birds is pure genius.
Holy cow, how can a photo be “pure genius” ?
And ….. did Pat take it or Ali?
My goodness, just keep everything in perspective.
Take a deep breath, Karl, it’s going to be okay. Follow your own advice and try to keep this in perspective. Pure genius is just a figure of speech, and I’m fairly certain was not meant to imply that any of us are in fact pure geniuses. Okay? Breathing under control now?
I took the picture after Ali pointed it out to me. I’d say we’re both absolutely brilliant, wouldn’t you?
If my own love affair with Manhattan had to end after 8 years, at least I get to enjoy reading about yours…”the skyline is feeling like a hug.” Yep.
omg, agreed!
the shot of lowe with the orange and he is the blue is breathtaking. and his face – amazing.