12 June 2013

I’ll go back to Manhattan as if nothing ever happened

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Despido este viaje de Nueva York con recuerdos de la visita al Battery Park, desde donde vimos de lejos la famosa Estatua de la Libertad que no teníamos mucho interés en ver de cerca. Algo que en retrospectiva me parece extraño. ¿Será equivalente a ir a París y no ver la torre Eiffel? En todo caso, decidimos dar un paseo improvisado por Bleecker Street, a lo largo de Greenwich Village que tenía mucha curiosidad por visitar por leer el blog de Garance Doré. No me decepcionó: el lugar está lleno de galerías de arte, restaurantes, tiendas y cafés y dan ganas de entrar a cada uno de ellos. Nos detuvimos a comer en un pequeño restaurante mexicano, donde trabajaba un pobre gringo que no podía verse más fuera de lugar rodeado de inmigrantes latinos.

Subimos hasta llegar a la calle 40 porque tenía que rendir tributo a mi Meca personal: el edificio del New York Times, sede del trabajo de mis sueños. Me hubiera encantado que tuviera una tienda de souvenirs para regresar hasta con tatuajes temporales del logo, pero únicamente pude regresarme con la foto.

Ya que andábamos por allí, nos fuimos en dirección a la sede de las Naciones Unidas, antes de regresar a descansar.

Me quedé con muchas cosas por conocer en Nueva York: el Meatpacking district, la zona de galerías de arte en Chelsea, el Whitney; me hubiera encantado poder conocer el Bronx y aunque sea un poco de Queens. Pero me encanta saber que la ciudad está allí, esperándome para ir de vacaciones por ahora y para recibirme para siempre, algún día.

I’ll say goodbye to this trip to New York with memories to our visit to the Battery Park, where we saw from afar the famous Statue of Liberty which we weren’t too interested in seeing up close. Looking back I find this odd. Could this be the equivalent of going to Paris and not seeing the Eiffel tower? In any case, we decided instead to wander in Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village, which I was very curious to visit since I read Garance Doré’s blog. I was not disappointed: the neighborhood is filled with art galleries, restaurants, stores and cafés, and you find yourself wanting to visit all of them. We stopped to eat in a little Mexican restaurant where a poor young American guy worked, visibly out of his element, surrounded by his fellow Latin-American colleagues.

We went uptown to the 40th street where I had to pay tribute to my own personal Mecca: the New York Times building, where my dream job is located. I wanted it to have a souvenir shop so I could come back with temporary tattoos of the logo, but the only thing I could bring back was the picture.

Since we were in the neighborhood we went to see the United Nations building, before we went back to the hotel.

There are so many things I didn’t get to see while in New York: the Meatpacking district, the art gallery zone in Chelsea, the Whitney; I would have loved to visit the Bronx and even just a little bit of Queens. But I love knowing that the city is there, waiting for me to come back on vacations for now and waiting to greet me for good, someday.

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