A Recap: 48 hours in NYC

The Background: Before the fun 

Though many find New York City the most amazing, artistic, cultured, metropolitan, and sensational city on this earth – I find it just a simple pleasant.

36 hrs: After trekking through the wilderness known as Central Park (Chewonki-ites scoff in the distance), a friend of mine and I stopped for a waffle with manjar/dulce de leche while a fellow Chewonki student frantically fluttered around Bergdorf Goodman searching like a drunken butterfly for her friend. (Photo credits by PintsizedPioneer)

I would never want to live here. I’d be poor, hungry, smelly, and residing in a tiny apartment unable to enjoy most of the city’s greatest offerings. Though music, parks, some museums, and libraries can be found without a price throughout this Mecca of everything hip, necessities like rent and sustenance so often are not as kind to your checking account. I guess I could always bucket drum if I was desperate.

I am currently visiting my sister who goes to the prestigious, supreme Columbia (I feel obligated to write this since she is housing me). Many Chewonki people reside or were at least visiting the Big Apple, and exploring the city with them was an ulterior motive of mine in coming to see this place. It is certainly not my first time here, but that doesn’t mean the subway and navigation are any easier for me. I am really bad with gridded cities. I don’t know why since mapping a city beforehand is supposed to, you know, aid its residents and visitors in getting from Point A to B.

The Reflection: After the madness

Bubble tea, speciality stores that would surely fail in any other setting, student acting, expensive mediocre food stops, waffles, cigarette smoke, Columbia pride, and flea markets constituted my forty-eight hours in this bustling city.

Rain too was a major factor that affected my stay. Have you ever walked aimlessly toward a previously unvisited location in a cold rain because you suck at navigating through gridded cities? It sucks.

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48 hrs: Rainy Time Square – it gives new, uncomfortable meaning to the word moist. Claustrophobic, flashing, and damp are a dangerous, anxiety inducing mix of adjectives to describe a destination. (Photo credits by PintsizedPioneer)

By the end of my trip I (and surely my fellow Chewonki-ites) felt partially amphibian. New York City in the rain is like receiving candy corn while trick-or-treating – Disappointing, but you’ll still enjoy it because nevertheless, it’s a national treasure. Yes, candy corn is a national treasure.

Happy end of March! I am back at Chewonki, well not yet, but I will be today. I actually cannot wait. Other than … I am worried that my cabin may be infested with mice because people were stupid and left food over a two week period of human absence. We shall see! It’s mud season too, so get ready for some weather and travel safety posts! Enjoy the spring my northern hemisphere folks.