Hello New York.

I remember being young, sitting with my sister in the back of my parents' van, singing to the radio at the top of my lungs, as we booted down the east coast of the United States. My childhood is filled with similar roadtrip memories, sometimes changing to a motorhome, sometimes changing routes. One sure thing was that time passed so quickly in the back of that van, lying on sleeping bags, listening to music, wind blowing through my hair, and already we had arrived at our destination. Today, driving down the I-87 through New York State to New Jersey dredged up a lot of those memories, with picnics at rest areas and photos at mountain viewpoints. I skipped through a whole mess of old CDs, stopping on classics(!) like REM and Linkin Park, singing along to the Presidents of the United States of America's "Peaches", while Mario cringed at my music choices. We stopped for a break at a service centre for coffee and gas, where sadly, there were no viewpoints to be had. We made it all the way to the hotel without a map, without GPS, and without getting lost once. And once we dropped our bags in the room, we headed back out for a midnight ride to the waterfront for some awesome views of the Manhattan skyline, glowing brightly through a low fog.




Hello New York.