I woke up a bit groggy from my big bottle of Belgian beer the night before. I got dressed and wandered down to the courtyard for my complimentary breakfast. It consisted of: Bagel, 1 butter, 1 jelly, 1 Apple, and unlimited coffee.
I sat down at an empty picnic table and began to spread my jam on my bagel when a girl came up and asked if anyone was sitting next to me. I shook my head and she sat down directly next to me on the bench of the empty picnic.
I snickered to myself because I thought it was odd behavior to not spread out, but we began to talk and I decided she wasn’t so much of a weirdo after all. She was from Germany and had been to America before. She had lived in Texas for a year on an exchange program. So she had just finished revisiting them and was stopping in NYC for a week on her way back home.
She had done what I was planning to do this day already. So I picked her brain about the 9/11 memorial and the Met. She told me about a Tenement Museum downtown that sounded very interesting as well. However, this museum is still on my to-do list. She was headed to MoMa, so I bid her farewell and headed out to the subway to get to the Met.
I was given directions by the Subway lady to what I thought was the Met, but as I walked up the stairway from the station I realized she had sent me to MoMa. I guess all the art museums are the same to the subway lady. So I walked 30 blocks north along Fifth Avenue, taking pictures the whole way.
I walked by the Plaza Hotel and the Central Park Zoo before I finally arrived at my final destination. The Met. I had never been before, but I knew what was here. The biggest and best collection of my favorite classic artists: Monet, Manet, Picasso, Renoir, Van Gogh, Rembrandt, Matisse, etc. I walked past the voluntary contribution line and headed straight to the Monet section on the 2nd floor. I walked around taking cell phone pictures of myself with all the greats!
I had a blast and then I decided I was hungry and it was lunch time. So I went down to the wine bar restaurant in the Met and had myself a fancy salad and fancy glass of wine. As I was eatting my lunch, I remembered that my friend had recently been to an event on rooftop of the Met, so I looked on the map and saw where it showed an elevator to the rooftop terrace.
After my delicious meal, I hopped on the elevator to the roof and discovered a beautiful mirrored sculpture with stairs cutting through, so you could walk around like in an Escher picture. I got another glass of wine at the rooftop bar and strolled around the veranda gazing across the park at the Manhattan skyline.
As I looked across the treetops and glanced around at the people my age here with friends, and I began to imagine myself becoming a New Yorker myself… It’s not that far-fetched; I am having my 30 year crisis. 🙂