Est modus in rebus

I have heard what some say about New Yorkers – that

they are less friendly, more brash, etc etc.

But I really don’t see it that way at all.

Weather was not too good the last two days but I was happy

to be out walking on the streets. Went out on my own to do

some personal research and meet up with my darling friend

Ana, who lives here now.

While walking along and around 6th Avenue, I got several cheery

hellos despite the gloomy day.

One guy just beamed from the side, did a slight wave and went

‘Hello!’

‘Hi!’ I said back.

Walked a bit further and came to a corner. Whipped out

my map because I wanted to check the name of the street

I needed. Barely a minute later this man with a baseball

cap stopped walking in front of me, backtracked and

went “You okay honey? You lost or something?”

“I’m just looking for Sullivan Street?”

And he proceeded to tell me where, and how.

“Thank you so much!”

“No problem at all sweetheart,” he said with a smile, walking away.

 

Five minutes later, walking on Sullivan Street, this Spanish (I think)

guy with moustache and cap on a bicycle rides by and goes

“Hi mami” with a smile. And not in a douchebag sort of way.

I thought to myself .. ‘Wow, in London I’d just getting grumpy

grunts right now.’ (Or no grunts at all) Hehe.

Walking out of the shop later, these girls in front of me,

who look like dancers, giggle about something

in unison.

Three of them have their hair tied up in buns.

All of us walk by this gorgeous woman wearing

Louboutins and patterned tights. She’s exquisitely dressed.

We all turn to look at her, admiring her beautiful shoes.

A while later, this cheerful man who seems to be humming the McDonald’s

“Pa da pa pa pa” tune says “Hey” as he passes me by.

“Hello,” I reply ever so happily.

I could really get used to this.

 

Maybe it was just a nice day. (Despite the weather)

Maybe it was also cause I was super smiley myself that day.

Maybe my cheeks were super pink and I looked like an

umbrella-carrying 10-yr-old

lost in New York or something.

 

Or maybe it was just good that way.

Just good.

The views from the Empire State Building last night.

Spectacular sights. The winds were brutal though.

Totally recommended.

Yeah, I really do.

After that we would traipse into a bar on West 3rd Street

located opposite the legendary Blue Note (line was too long,

couldn’t be arsed to queue). We then discovered the karaoke

lounge located inside it. Suffice to say, it turned out to be a pretty

good night. Never sang karaoke in public like that before,

but I was to do it thrice. And with some new NY friends.

NY less friendly?

You kidding me?

 

 

The sun’s shining today. And with that, it’s bye bye for now.

Time to hit the museums.

Travelling without learning new things is like drinking

Coke without the fizz.

A bit pointless, isn’t it?

I’m coming, Sunshine!

xo