I touched down in New York from BWI this morning at 8:30am. My flight to Mumbai doesn’t leave until tonight so, after setting up a Skype account (which my cell phone now forwards to), I paid far too much for a cab ride to Times Square.
Central Park was sunny and seventy and a street vendor’s Red Delicious apple was equally pleasant, though I was really in the mood for a Granny Smith. I dropped $10 on a dread locked rapper’s probably crappy CD, threw a penny in Bethesda Fountain for good luck, and headed to a nearby museum on the recommendation of a touristy NYC map I should not have paid for. My international student ID got its first use—though my W&M ID would’ve worked just as well—earning me a $5 audio tour and misleading a cute museum employee into thinking I’m foreign and exotic, yes!
I window-shopped some comically trendy clothing stores on Fifth Avenue, picked up a delightful turkey and Brie sandwich on Russian wheat, and caught the E train back to JFK and it's wonderful wi-fi. According to my Skype voicemail, the global cell phone I asked my parents to forward to Goa just arrived . . . from New York. Irony.
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I'm seeing a pattern: "Monsoon Memoirs," and "Lovely Layovers."
For the Mumbai entry, maybe call it: "Airport Arachnids"...yes?
mm you make my new home sound appealing
don't let goa get you
I'm so excited for you, cousin! You go boy (or should i say- you goa boy!) So, whatever happened with the cute museum employee ;-)
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