We’re leaving the city for hilarious desert California in less than a month.

We were fortunate to have another one of those weekends chalked-full with planned and unplanned experiences… And I’m finding that submitting to the possibility of both of those experiences- some of them timed and researched and coordinated, and some happenstance, allows one to fill up on the nutty and inspiring and buzzing energy that is New York.

In one weekend, we were able to eat in a cavernous subterraneanian restaurant that’s been on our ‘list’ for months, putz around in or favourite world-class museum without rush or itinerary, listen to singers on and off the subway, stroll beneath iconic landmarks where more musicians sang their hearts out, sip some of the best hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted, watch the flocks of pigeons from park benches in more iconic parks, all the while delighting in everyone’s special reaction to these classically romantic New York experiences…. And, yes, there were moments of negotiating through piles and piles of overflowing, and unapologetic garbage bags on even the prettiest of streets, without answer to the ‘is it always like this?’ question…. And there were moments nearing the end of the busy 2 days when there was more squealing in the whiny flavouring than the delighted flavour, but it was a reaction… Spring is in the air, we hope, and we’re excited for a new season in the wackjob of a place..

I’m reading this book.

It’ll be neat to see our reaction to NYC  upon returning from Palm Springs in April…!