I know I sound like a broken record... but New York City continues to astound me at every step. Today I got off the 6 train at Spring Street and started walking, not really knowing where I was going. Without so much as a warning I was suddenly walking through an Italian winter wonderland. As I walked down the colorful Mulberry Street, all the cafes and restaurants were competing with their festive garlands and lights. Italian menstood outside their cafe and shouted out their menu and season's greetings in broken english. Dialogue is impossible to not grin at: "Come and eat!" "No thanks, i'm not hungry..." "Come have a drink?" "No thanks..." "...You look beautiful!" Walking down a street where the language is totally different feels so refreshing. What other city is like this? Uptown I could walk by a store front and maybe hear a creepy "looking good," but down in Little Italy it's "Ciao Bella, have a wonderful day." And of course I stumble and reply in boring monotone, "uh, thanks.." So after vowing to come back here at night for dinner sometime, I turned the corner,and suddenly the smell of sugar and pine was chased out of the biting cold air and replaced with fish and vegetables. I was in Chinatown!
The energy here was totally different then my little european oasis...I, the minority, pushed past hundreds of people with one objective: get the best food for the best price in the shortest amount of time. I've never travelled so far around the world in two blocks...I left this part of town and kept on walking...eventually I made it to alphabet city and now here I am...my favorite coffee shop, a chai tea latte, and a dying computer. Time to switch to paper and pen...the adventures just keep on rolling along.
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