One Last Night in New York

This will be my last night in New York City. Tomorrow night I fly to Madrid, arriving there at around 11am. I feel strangely calm about it. Maybe when I’m boarding the flight I’ll start feeling those “it’s really happening” jitters.

Yesterday morning I had a tooth filled. Of all the things I’d prepared for, a cracked filling wasn’t among them. So let me be the first Camino blogger to add “new dental filling” to my Camino preparation list. Fortunately it’s very lightweight.

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Lauren

I met my friend Lauren for dinner at a gastropub on Lafayette and Prince called Soho Park. She and I took classes together at the University of Central Florida, and now she is a production supervisor here in the city. The last time she visited Los Angeles I was visiting New York (d’oh), though the trips were offset enough that we were able to get lunch.

The weather out of Saint Jean continues to look bleak. But to quote Paulo Coelho, “If you only walk on sunny days you’ll never reach your destination.” I suspect he was being a bit more figurative, but it works.

My plan for the rest of my time in New York? To relax. Soon every day will be a day on the road.

-Daniel

New York City

My plane touched down at New York’s JFK airport on Thursday evening. In the terminal I stopped to strap my sleeping bag to the top of my pack for better weight distribution before moving on to the carousel to grab my suitcase full of pre-trip clothing, which I’ll leave here when I fly to Madrid.

I waited at the subway platform. Nearby a large family of very orthodox Jews stood. Father and sons had shaved heads except for the curls hanging from their temples. The family was entirely dressed in black. One of the daughters dutifully carried her father’s hat box; the hat on his head was like a giant fur halo in black. They spoke only Hebrew.

Another couple standing nearby spoke Italian, and another Portuguese. One girl I talked to briefly spoke hesitant English in a French accent. The diversity was a welcome reminder of where I was, and a precursor to where I will be soon.

I boarded the Manhattan-bound A Train. Continue reading