It is 7:30 am and I’m sitting in the Au Bon Pain in the Phillidelphia airport. The thing about red eyes from west to east in the United States is when you land, everyone thinks that it is a reasonable hour in the morning and your body is still screaming at you to go back to sleep (or find a bed so you can actually go to sleep). Thank goodness for cheap bagels and cafes with free wifi. Remind me never to buy a plane ticket consisting of three connections through the night to get you from Utah to New Hampshire ever again.
I still have so many pictures from recent trips.
Our last weekend in NYC I met up with my friend Emily for brunch in Morningside Heights, a little tour of Columbia, and a beautiful walk through High :Line Park. It was so wonderful to get out of Times Square and be reminded how sane people could choose to live in NYC. I loved the wrought iron gates, the romantic cafe, and the park running through the middle of a crazy city.
Here are some of my favorite snapshots of the afternoon:
|If two characters out of a novel were to fall in love at first site in the middle of a cafe, it would be in this one.|
|My dad attended Columbia for law school so it was fun to see where he spent a few years of his life.|
I love that everyone I go back to this city there is so much more to eat and see and do 🙂 If you’re ever there I would definitely recommend the High Line. Trust me.
Ever been to the High Line?
Someday I want to live somewhere with as much history and character as NYC. What about you?