I'm an Englishman in New York
Well, a Scottish woman but I'll let Sting take the title of day 2. The second day was probably my favourite part of the New York trip. Starting with breakfast, the hotel provided us with a buffet, so I took it upon myself to try everything. I started with the waffle machine, and had a hot waffle with maple syrup and whipped cream (how American!). Then I opted for a bagel, with proper American streaky bacon (I told you I was trying everything, even if it meant 800 calories before 9am). It was, truly the best bagel I have ever had, possibly also the only bagel, but where better to have your first bagel than New York? I can truly say American bacon trumps British bacon, sorry UK.
The first stop of the day was the Brooklyn Bridge, I know, straight into the top attractions. It was just as amazing as it looks in the films. Seeing it on the big screen all your life makes it all the more crazy to be standing on it. The exact scene that came to my head was the one from 'Sex and the City', where Miranda and Steve decide to meet on the bridge, and if they both show up, they'll get back together. They both do, and run across the bridge the second they see each other.
We ended up walking through City Hall, before heading through Wall Street. Then we wondered through Battery Park, where we could see the Statue of Liberty in the distance.
That was the first time I felt a sense of true togetherness in New York, there is such a strong bond between people and their city. If I’m being fully honest, I’m not sure if I would have gone to the museum, if my mum hadn’t insisted. She really wanted to go and it was on her New York to do list, and honestly? I’m so glad it was, because I spent hours in the museum, my family even lost me for a large period of time. I was utterly captivated by the whole experience, and found it certainly emotional in many ways. It was fascinating and informative, but also truly saddening, to hear from real people about their experiences. That was something I thought was really important, because as upsetting as it was, it all happened, and it’s important to educate ourselves and realise the true extent of how dreadful it was.
After the museum, we headed through Chinatown, and stopped at a restaurant in Little Italy for some pizza. We didn’t eat out much because, as you’d expect, New York is pricey, but if you go you’ve got to expect that. As a 20 year old, I didn’t experience much of the nightlife, as the drinking age in the US is 21, compared to 18 in the UK. Most nights, we ended up just going back to the hotel and snacking on our snacks from the grocers -> chips and dip, and if I was feeling particularly unhealthy, a honey bun. The sugar was definitely much needed after all the walking though!
Lazy Sunday Girl 💜x
