Back from my trip to New York since more than one week and my head is still full of everything and my heart is still beating faster when all the great memories are coming up.
After three month of working in the solitude westfjords of this beautiful country I decided to jump into the complete opposite world. I always loved to live in a big city, even Hamburg seems to me not big at all as it has a very compact centre. And Reykjavik is in this case not a big city, it is for Iceland, but not compared to the capitals of Europe. New York was always something which was so so so far away from Europe. And it still is, just closer, cause Iceland is located between Europe and America. And New York was exactly that kind of lively and quirky city I needed after one and a half year of living with the same
320 000 people in this country.
During my preparations I realized that it is not possible to see everything in eight days, so I haven’t made big plans, just the ideas in my head what I would like to see but not to be stressed out. And this totally worked for me, even if I was stressed out though. And how shouldn’t I?! After I arrived in New York with the bus, after the first unfriendly impression of America (the mood of the busdriver was ten times worse than the mood of busdrivers in Berlin), after the first friendly impression of America (Hey John!), I was surrounded by more people than I saw the last months in Iceland. But I loved this kind of stress in the first few days.
And I couldn’t stop to move almost all the days. So I was walking a lot, got lost in the first day, found a great breakfast/lunch place for the next days on my lost way and was impressed by the skyline of Manhattan and the beautiful evening sunlight which painted the streets in a deep orange light. And I loved the fact that it was still around 18°C in the evenings.
I crossed the impressive Brooklyn Bridge in the morning, not many people were up that early, so I had the views almost for myself. And I loved it. Haven’t been to the “lady of liberty”, but saw her from many places in New York. I walked through Soho, Tribeca and Greenwich Village, had lunch at Oscar’s Place, was wondering about this quiet areas in the middle of Manhattan, loved the people who were strolling around with a huge bunch of dogs. I guess I saw some famous people, I am just bad at movies, characters and from time to time I just thought “Oh, I know this face, but where from?”. At Gansevoort Foodmarked I bought Icecream for 6$, cooled my feet at The High Line, took pictures of people, was smiling about the guy who was singing out of tune to famous pop songs (as “Chandelier” from Sia) straight from his heart, took pictures from streetart and inhaled the dusty city air. My feet started to hurt at 5th Ave, I felt lost between all this fake streets around that area, couldn’t enjoy enough the beautiful Flat Iron Building, strolled through Washington Square Park to find the sub back home.
This special day was already so full of impressions, that in the end of the day I had the feeling to explode. In a positive way. But I couldn’t sit inside and stay home, so I decided spontanious to see the band Low in Williamsburg Music Hall. I loved the place, it reminded my on Hamburg / Berlin, the venue on my favorite one in Hamburg – Knust. And I loved to be between music lovers, between all this hip bearded guys and indie girls living in this gentrificated area. I felt homey. And realised once more how easy it is to talk to people, to meet interesting one, with great ideas and to enjoy a concert without knowing each other.
And this was just the beginning of my journey. More soon….