I’ve struggled for two days writing this post. I started with a thought and it quickly changed to something else and I am left with a draft full of hodgepodge ideas of what I want to write about New York. It’s hard because there are so many things I want to write about this great place that we call home, but none of it fits together. I have to learn to be patient, just like you can’t explore all the different nuances of this city in a day, I can not possibly do it justice in a single post. So I’ve finally settled on sharing one of my favorite things about New York city with you, something that might not get mentioned in travel books.
At Home
Musings: Ghost Town
I always like the city on a holiday weekend. There are fewer people around, and all the New Yorkers have long gone to the Hamptons. The usual long lines have shortened and almost every restaurant is empty (except the ones in Time Square). It’s the perfect time to try that popular restaurant that everyone is talking about but impossible to get in. Every Memorial day, July Fourth, and Labor day weekend, New York turns into a ghost town, if New York can ever be called a ghost town.
Preparing for Our First Trek
In one short month we will be embarking on our first ever trek to Machu Picchu. Fausto, of course wanted to do the 4 days hike on the Inca road, traversing the well-worn path that leads to the ancient city. I on the other hand have many misgivings. We don’t camp or hike or embrace nature in general (unless you count walking around Central Park on the weekend). We are definitely city folks, so this feels like going from beginners to experts to me.
