My boyfriend Daniel and I recently spent two weeks travelling around in North America. First to New York to visit his twin brother and then up to Toronto to visit his family. If you want to refresh your memory or missed some posts here they are:
Day 1 – AP Cafe, Saturday Surf, Soho & Tattoos
Day 2 – A Sunday in New York City
Day 3 – Spicy Village, Williamsburg Bridge & Champs Diner
Day 4 – Brooklyn Parks & Harlem Bars
Day 5 – The New Whitney Museum, Lower East Side & Forgtmenot
Day six and we’ve got a bit of a routine going. Wake up drenched in sweat to the sound of cars honking and pigeons cooing, shower cold and then head down to the local sandwich shop to try out a new flavour wrap, which yet again won’t be really to our taste. On the corner we pick up an iced coffee and take the subway downtown. By this point we are drenched yet again, so the AC on the train is welcome.This day we meet up with Sandra! My friend from Hyper Island that you might recognise from this weird night. Her parents have migrated to Montreal and she forced them to book a weekend in NYC so that she could come down to see us. <3
The three of us walk up to MoMA, the Museum of Modern Art.
(gif) There were some pieces which really caught my attention but overall I thought MoMA was such a disappointment! Especially in comparison to our latest visit to a museum.
The displays had no correlation and the descriptions were complicated and sometimes even irrelevant. And Yoko Ono’s solo exhibition was a damn joke! A single green apple on a pedestal and other bullshit things like that. Ughh. If you’re in town, don’t waste your time going here.Outside again we decide that we’ve had it with art for this trip and go to get some donuts, because you’re hangry and love cheap american stuff.After barhopping in East Village we meet up with this babe (read her blog if you don’t) once again and she brings us to Welcome to the Johnson’s, a charming little dive bar where they sell Pabsts for $2! So what is a ”dive bar”? It’s basically a shitty but cool bar where the drinks are cheap and the music good and the cleaning/renovating is 8 years overdue. I sure like that.We open cans (as if girls don’t drink beers..) and discuss school project, work partners and what the hell to do with the future.(gif) As lost as always we have exactly no answers. Cheers to that!(gif) After a disgusting $1 shot Nicolas joins us.And then the four troublemakers are off into the Bushwick night. First stop is a free drinks event at a creperie owned by a friend of Nicolas. We are served slices of homemade pizza and not crepes with cava in the crammed room upstairs. All windows are wide open but there isn’t a single breeze preventing the sweaty skin of the intoxicated crowd to stick together like magnets upon the slightest graze.
We claim a table in one of the back corners. It’s dark and candle lit and not at all quiet. I like how Frida thinks you and your brother are funny, and I wish I could always have her with me. The friendly boy behind the counter refills my cava three times and I brought my camera but it’s nonexistent in here despite making my bag heavy and my back hurt. There is drama, because when is there not. People get rowdy and sometimes rude, but I think that’s just New York.
The night is dense and the city still frightens me. But if I wanted tranquility and peace, I would’ve booked an all inclusive at a resort in Mallorca, not a holiday in Bushwick. And why why why on earth would I do that and kill the thrill of the unknown.
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