Three things I've learnt in New York city in three days:
1. Adelaide isn't cold in winter. New York is.
We are only now adjusting to the arctic temperatures. Or perhaps, what one should wear in arctic temperatures. Let me paint a picture for you. Last night myself and my good friend Milly decided on Eataly for dinner (can't recommend enough, i'm still dreaming of the ravioli.) We successfully caught a cab there, spent a few good hours eating and wandering and then decided it was time to head home. So we're standing somewhere on fifth avenue (with a bag full of heavy groceries), and it is absolutely freezing. I mean I had gloves on but I couldn't feel my fingers. Poor Milly had to hear "no I honestly can't feel my legs" more than anyone should have to, ever. To add to the situation we're not quite New York savvy, so hailing a cab effortlessly looked more like stumbling, awkwardly running for occupied cabs and waving down cabs whilst groaning "please." We eventually hailed one (and felt pretty proud.) As we ran for the warmth and comfort, a lady with a thick accent bustles past me, straight for my cab. I turned to her with a look of horror, to which she gives me an apologetic look and says in broken english "sorry, waiting." I blink and step back. I was swearing in my head. So we're back to square one. We stay back in square one for another freezing 20 minutes. I seriously wonder whether I'll have black fingers when I get back to the hotel. Milly doesn't have a beanie, she left it in the last cab. We look at each other like we're going to die and then a cab turns up. Thank the stars above.
2. Don't trust the man in a suit at the subway station
I can't write this without laughing and for that I am sorry but the situation was so very comical. We were trying to get to the museum of natural history without paying for two cabs, so my mother suggests the subway. I tuck my camera bag closely to my side and step underground. We try to make sense of the map, but all the colours are very confusing and we don't understand. That's when he arrives - what we thought was a shining light of advice! "You guys need a hand?" he says. "Oh yes, yes please. We're trying to get to the museum." The guy wearing a white shirt and a black tie quickly starts explaining where we need to go. He speaks very fast and acts very jittery. He explains we need metrocards - oh yes, we remember these from last time, but show us how to do it so we remember. He purchases one, and then explains we need to buy another. So we get out our cash. I notice him watching my Mum's bag, and explaining the one dollar bills won't be enough. I step back. He watches Milly. "Twenty dollars will be enough" he says as he takes the twenty from her. "I'll be right back" he yells as he makes his way to the subway, running. "Oh he's not coming back" I say in shock and giggles. If you don't laugh, you'll cry, right? Well it's true. I laughed, my mum cried.
3. If you love food, this is probably the place to be
You name it, you got it. You want bread? There's 500 different types to choose from. Mexican you say? A chipotle on almost every block. You're craving authentic Chinese? Walk down four blocks. You want fries, and maybe a milkshake, a kebab and a cupcake for desert? You could get it all in a couple of blocks. My favourite thing to do in the Us, namely New York, is check out the grocery store. You can get anything, everything, in seven different flavours. God bless America.
All photographs from this post were taken on my iPhone 4S. I promise once I get home a mega post with the "proper" photos is coming.