NY part deux

Oh my gosh, way to go on vacation and come back and be a freaking machine at work, at home, outside…yeesh. When did it all get so busy?

Anyway, NYC, so okay, we take a lovely train ride from Albany to NYC. I get out of Penn Station, John “turns the motor on” and I feel the panic of NYC settling in almost immediately. Loyal readers of this blog, or just plain friends of mine, know my contradictory feelings on NYC. I really have a hard time there. I know I shouldn’t go into it with those feelings already in my head…but yeah…so anyway, we start weaving through people, I got my bag on, John’s cruising ahead with those long legs of his and its just person after person after person. Ack.
We get to the Mayfair, right at 49th and 8th and its silent inside…and tiny. Our room is pink, pink wallpaper with little people all over it and everything is this décor, the bedspread, the curtains, everything and it’s the size of a bathroom, but its quiet, and for this reason, I love the Mayfair.

So we wander and head over to the village and we walk around there and that is definitely a little easier on my senses. We find a bar, have some drinks and end up having dinner at a Chinese diner.

Sunday though, Sunday. We were up early, as the Mayfair beds are extremely uncomfortable, and head over to 57th and 7th for the best bacon egg and cheese sandwich in existence. I used to eat these all the time, I worked right around the corner, and they got me through some hard times.
Then we took our sammitches, on Easter morning, sun is shining and we walk over to Central Park and sit on a rock, in the sunshine and marvel at CP. The park was beautiful, people were out with their dogs, running, laughing, the green is just just just beginning there; some of the trees have a faint lime green tint to them that we haven’t seen here yet. We walked and talked and laughed and enjoyed the park, it was so great.

Then we walked for roughly…7 hours along Manhattan, Chinatown, Little Italy, LES, Tribeca, SoHo, East Village, we walked and walked. By the time we got to around 34th and Park, I was close to tears and tired of people walking in to me, tired of people spitting on the street, tired of screeching buses, tired of throngs of people….but my love took such care of me and steered me home. We went out for a lovely Easter dinner and then went back to the hotel and watched Van Sucking Helsing. We slept not at all and headed home. So good to be back, I love this city.

With all my Tolle, I still could not beat NYC. Ram Daas has a quote “if you are so enlightened, spend a week with your parents.” Mine should be “if you are so enlightened, spend a week in NYC.” With all my work of trying really hard to see the spiritual, human, compassionate side of my fellow man, FOR ME, it’s all about the fight. You have to fight to walk down the street, don’t cave, fight back, show no fear, dodge the spit, ignore the crazy guy yelling at his dog, kick that lady’s bag because she won’t get out of the way…its like you have to have your guard up at all times and I just cannot get into that. So, I’m going to work on it, if I can do it here (oh my lord it is so much easier) than I can do it there. But yeah, I’m in no rush to go back. It’s fun and amazing and so many things to see and do, but oh my lord, do I love my repressed, quiet city.

But the best part of the whole trip was just being with John. He is so much freaking fun to be with. He is so endlessly patient and optimistic. He is so handsome and tall. And for us just to talk about everything in bars, on trains, in restaurants, on trams…he is the greatest Beyonce in the whole world.