Paula, one of my favorite friends from college, came through New York City for a quick weekend trip on her way back to Kansas after helping a friend move to Vermont. Her last minute trip plans still make me smile and will for days, and spending the weekend infused me, once again, of my attempts to persuade her to move to the City. (
Come on Paula, I know you want to experience something new, to leave Kansas... NYC is perfect! It's worth the cold winters!) It also reminded me of how much I truly miss her! The last few years, I have been able to see her and hang out with her often. So many of my favorite memories include her... This weekend, we were only able to add to the archive of memories.
Sunflowers in the big City. I often see sunflowers either growing or cut and waiting to be bought, and every time I see them, I am reminded of Kansas. I've requested that next time Seth buys me flowers, he buys sunflowers. He wondered why and I explained the link to our home state and my mom's kitchen (decorated in sunflowers). This particular sunflower can be found standing tall in a park overlooking the Hudson River and Jersey City, NJ.
We started our Saturday by heading to the
Irish Hunger Memorial, a place
I found earlier in the summer. Before making it to the memorial, we sat and rested at a wonderful fountain. Sitting on the edge of the water, a little girl scooted her way down to sit right beside us. Unfortunately, we were getting up as she moved down by us. The innocence and sweetness of young children always warms my heart. The flowers and other vegetation growing throughout were beautiful, especially with the city as its backdrop. As we walked through, I noticed the rocks along the garden pathway were engraved with names of cities in Ireland. I don't remember noticing that last time I was here.
After visiting the memorial, we headed East to the other side of the island. Destination: South Street Seaport. Along the way, we passed the sight of the World Trade Center. It seems to me that there is visible progress going on, even in the past few weeks since I was there with my dad. A group was meeting and handing out pamphlets spreading questions on the street about the truth behind 9/11.
The ships at the South Street Seaport.
Pier 17 of the
South Street Seaport. We hung out here, grabbed a slice of pizza, and waited for the Circle Line Boat tour. The boat tour was specifically for the
waterfalls that have graced the East River this summer.
These
waterfalls were designed to look industrial to fit the urban feel of NYC. The artist behind the 4 waterfalls is Olafur Eliasson. It is temporary art sponsored by the Public Art Fund. I've been a little skeptical on whether I liked the waterfalls or not, but after this boat tour, I've decided that the one placed underneath the bridge is not that bad. It's a lot prettier looking from the water. The others... I'm still unsure about.
We scored front row seats on the boat. Paula was very happy to see the city from the water.
Sunflowers in the big City. I often see sunflowers either growing or cut and waiting to be bought, and every time I see them, I am reminded of Kansas. I've requested that next time Seth buys me flowers, he buys sunflowers. He wondered why and I explained the link to our home state and my mom's kitchen (decorated in sunflowers). This particular sunflower can be found standing tall in a park overlooking the Hudson River and Jersey City, NJ.
We started our Saturday by heading to the Irish Hunger Memorial, a place I found earlier in the summer. Before making it to the memorial, we sat and rested at a wonderful fountain. Sitting on the edge of the water, a little girl scooted her way down to sit right beside us. Unfortunately, we were getting up as she moved down by us. The innocence and sweetness of young children always warms my heart. The flowers and other vegetation growing throughout were beautiful, especially with the city as its backdrop. As we walked through, I noticed the rocks along the garden pathway were engraved with names of cities in Ireland. I don't remember noticing that last time I was here.
After visiting the memorial, we headed East to the other side of the island. Destination: South Street Seaport. Along the way, we passed the sight of the World Trade Center. It seems to me that there is visible progress going on, even in the past few weeks since I was there with my dad. A group was meeting and handing out pamphlets spreading questions on the street about the truth behind 9/11.
The ships at the South Street Seaport.
Pier 17 of the South Street Seaport. We hung out here, grabbed a slice of pizza, and waited for the Circle Line Boat tour. The boat tour was specifically for the waterfalls that have graced the East River this summer.
These waterfalls were designed to look industrial to fit the urban feel of NYC. The artist behind the 4 waterfalls is Olafur Eliasson. It is temporary art sponsored by the Public Art Fund. I've been a little skeptical on whether I liked the waterfalls or not, but after this boat tour, I've decided that the one placed underneath the bridge is not that bad. It's a lot prettier looking from the water. The others... I'm still unsure about.
We scored front row seats on the boat. Paula was very happy to see the city from the water.
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