I wake up with a slight migraine. Slight as in not bad enough to take a painkiller (which I always try to avoid), but just feel like staying in bed and doing nothing. But I'm in New York, and the day beckons, so I get myself out of bed and head to Roots for breakfast. A different burrito this time, very nice indeed.
I join Katrin for another yoga class, taking it nice and slow. It's good for me and I promise myself to check out the yoga classes in my gym when back.
The studio is not far from the Whitney museum and I decide to give it another go, but it's closed on Tuesdays. Next time...
I take the subway to Maddison Avenue to get a few ties that my friend David asked for from the very smart Paul Stuart shop. An elegant looking sales person greets me and hands me over to another elegant looking sales person, Sergio, half Brazilian half Jamaican, or something. He shows me the extensive range and offers a bottle of water while I embark on the challenging task of choosing. I get the three different shades of blue that I think David wanted and hope for the best. Sergio gives me his card (just in case I had any query later on of course).
I'm heading towards Central Park. An eager shop keeper hands me a delicious Japanese chocolate taster, no doubt disappointed that I don't go on to make a purchase. It's a fine afternoon and I call mom in Israel to say hi. She doesn't pick up. Strange, she's usually around this time of day. Oh. Actually, I think it must be midnight over there now... oops.
A quick phone charge top up at the Apple Store, another coffee and cake at The Fika cafe, and I venture into the Park. My whole being relaxes and fills with tree magic as the sun rays caress the leaves and bounce playfully off the pond's water. I stroll through the park, taking in this vast expanse of blissful nature in the middle of this busy city, contemplating how deprived I am of nature in my life. I really aught to do something about it.
The Metropolitan Museum is closed, but I enjoy people watching and the shadows of the plants on the walls in the evening's sun. I sit on a bench and meditate, the joggers running by. I feel refreshed, the migraine seem to start lifting and I feel the spring back in my step.
Back to the Apple Store for some more charging (I do like my iPhone, really really I do, and I promise I won't change it for anything else, but please please please Apple, can you give us better battery life??).
Some delicious food in a restaurant nearby, then a stroll through the streets as night life awakes. A quick peek at the gay bar en route which I leave as soon as I enter. On the main road an angry looking man walking in my direction gives me an intense stare as we approach each other. I gulp and pretend to be nonchalant and return my 'I'm harmless' smile. "I like your hat" he barks. Thank you. I like yours too
