Memories: New York

Not so long ago I wrote here about London and about my halfhearted attitude towards it. And it made me think of another city and a very different relationship. I first visited New York City almost 8 years ago, and in less than a week I was enticed, mesmerized and charmed by New York, the buzzing, noisy, dirty, exciting, crowded, vibrant, unscrupulous, iconic city full of busy and straight talking locals and slightly confused tourists. I don't necessarily believe in a love at first sight between people, but when visiting a new place or a country I sometimes feel this instant and inexplicable appeal - and New York definitely falls under this category. I am forever a great New York devotee, and I cannot tell you how much I envy those, who are lucky enough to live in such a breathtaking city. It will always be in my heart as one of the greatest places I have ever visited. 

A weekend away

Here is what we managed to squeeze into 48 hours: driving, sightseeing, walking, picture taking, wine tasting, more sightseeing, beer drinking, bike riding, lovely dinner, an OK dinner, lying on the grass and visiting a battle field. It has been ages since the last time I rode a proper mountain bike in the country and I am not going to deny it, I struggled at times, going up the steep hills. But, no pain, no gain, and my effort was rewarded with great views of ponds and hills covered with grape bearing vines.

London

My work takes me to London from time to time, and I don't mind going there, as long as it's not too often. I used to live in London for many years, perhaps even long enough to call myself a Londoner. But, the thing is, I never really liked London. The city is too crowded, too traditional for my taste, too multicultural and above all too cold, grey and rainy. There are, I am sure, many good things to be said about London too. The city renders many opportunities and living there helped me to find my vocation. Unfortunately, to me, living there felt like living in a marriage of convenience. So I left, and I never regretted it. I mean, a coffee person living in a tea-drinking country? That was never going to work.

New Samsonite

My suitcase has traveled thousands of miles around the world with me at it shows. By now it's wheels are so damaged that it can no longer be used. It's time to get a new one.

When it comes to choosing a suitcase I know exactly what I want. It has to be a carry on type with two wheels, not four, expandable and to comply with my company's standards of appearance, it has to be black. I have been a faithful Samsonite user for many years, so somewhat naturally I picked a Samsonite again. It is almost identical to the old one but with a few improvements. The only thing missing is a coffee cup holder :)

In spite of the appearance rules I tied a small bright ribbon to the front, just to be able to distinguish it from many other similar suitcases on a luggage belt. 

So, here it is. Packed and ready for our first trip together. Wish us a safe journey :)