It’s been a week since I left for New York City and I am still recovering from it. I got sick my last day in Manhattan. I think it was dehydration. I drank too many mojitos without having any water. Mojitos were the beverage of choice for this trip. We went to a couple of trendy fusion restaurants like Asia de Cuba and Sushi Samba (where we ate right next to Tyson the model). It was a fab time. I really enjoyed myself.

We hung around the Village and Soho most of the time. I love Soho the best. It’s my favorite neighborhood in my favorite city in the world. It’s a bit strange saying that since I’m from Chicago. I guess I should say – my favorite city to visit.

We had pizza in Little Italy on Saturday. I was torn about New York pizza. Everyone I’ve spoken to seems to think it’s the best pizza on this continent, but I would have to disagree with that. Even thought the pizza from Little Italy was made fresh, I still missed my Chicago-style pizza from Connie’s or Giordano’s. I guess it’s more comforting to me.

I walked through Times Square my last night in NYC. It’s so different from what I remembered as a child. It’s very clean now. Very Disney. Kind of funny. I remember my mother clutching my hand so tight when we’d walk through Times Square in the 80s. We couldn’t walk through the area without getting stopped by someone trying to sell us a gold watch.

I had my last meal in Little Italy with Lee. I was a zombie by then, but it was still a nice meal. It felt like we were in a movie scene. There was an elderly man sitting at a corner table with a fisherman’s hat on eating some pasta. It was literally right out of some movie! We later realized that he owned that particular restaurant in Little Italy.

My flight was at 8:00pm on Monday. We took a taxi to La Guardia. I was listening to PJ Harvey’s ‘Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea’ album throughout the entire cab ride. It was about her experience in New York. I thought it suited the mood perfectly.

Everytime I return to Chicago from New York City, it always feels like a breath of fresh air. There’s just more breathing room here. In New York, there are people everywhere you turn – and I’m not quite sure if I like that too much. I need space. It’s a great place to visit, but I don’t know if I’d live there – we shall see.

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