New York

I returned to my trip to New York with a serious addiction to cheesecake. While there, I couldn’t have enough of it. Once I was back, I started having serious withdrawal symptoms, I craved for that dense creamy heavenly dessert night and day.

I really had to try to bake one, but the occasion always seemed to escape. If I didn’t have a party or dinner to take it to, or some friends over to share it with, I would easily have ended up eating a whole cheesecake on my own. And we all know why that would be a bad idea!

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When I saw Manhattan for the first time, I have to confess, my eyes teared up. As the Puerto Rican shuttle driver brought us out of the Lincoln Tunnel, I pinched myself. The wait was over, my heart was racing: what had been a lifetime long-distance romance was now a real love affair. Silly, I know.

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Back in Lisbon, in front of my mac, after spending two wonderful weeks exploring New York on my own, attending Wordcamp NY and the amazing Shift conference. Phew! So much to tell you all about!
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After four crazy days in Manhattan, walking up and down like a lunatic, and a Friday night of comedy and booze, Saturday was begging me to slow down and do something more relaxed. Managing to escape the touristic frenzy that the weekend would probably add to the city, I hopped on a train to Brooklyn and went… to the beach.
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There are no words to express how tired I feel right now. Exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe it, I’m totally knocked out, aching all over, falling apart. I feel like two weeks of this may be enough to kill me.

What’s the rush, I keep asking myself, why the eagerness, why the impatience? I don’t know, it’s stronger than me. New York is out there, it’s spectacularly huge, and although I’m here for two weeks, the clock is ticking loudly in my head and doesn’t allow me to waste time. Walk, walk, walk!

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After watching so many films and tv shows set in New York, being here for the first time has this wonderful and weird feeling of familiarity. Two days passed and I still feel like I’m dreaming.

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Decisions, decisions… In the city that never sleeps, how fancy does the accommodation have to be? With all there is to see, I don’t intend to spend much time in bed anyway.

In a few years time, I’ll surely be flying to New York first class and staying at the Waldorf Astoria. But for now, seeing as I’m not swimming in a pool of dollars (yet), should I splash out on an ensuite private bedroom, or save my money for shopping?

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My hand was kind of shaky when I pressed the button. Suddenly, there were butterflies in my stomach. I finally dared make New York more than just one of those things I keep saying I’ll do, eventually.

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… I’m leaving, not today, but soon.

For the first time in a couple of years, I’m having a proper vacation. In October, on my own, for two weeks, in New York City.

I’m a total New York virgin, so all help is welcome. What should I see, where should I stay, what can’t I miss?