New York, New York. Boxing Day.

I have been back from my vacation in New York & Boston for 2 weeks now and I can’t get the proverbial 'white' noise of New York out of my system. That is because I’ve come to my conclusion that one doesn’t just visit New York, New York gets into you and stays there. How long? I can’t tell.

New York was everything I imagined it to be, only larger than life. Big. Huge. Great proportions. It's like tackling a gargantuan task; daunting at first but when you are faced with it, you stare at it, embrace it and just like most things worth doing in life, it’s totally real & doable!

I arrived at JFK on the same day I left. Boxing day. We went to Lombardi’s in Lower Manhattan to sample what I believe to be NY’s staple, Pizza. NY’s first pizza parlour for my first meal. A stroll around Nolita, little Italy, Chinatown and Canal Street gave me a sense of perspective of lower Manhattan. 

Times Square was an assault on the senses made bearable only by the beautiful billboards of the box offices on Broadway just a street away. Promising to return, we then took a short stroll back to The Vogue, the building that houses our little apartment on 6th Avenue, Herald Sq. 

As I lay down to sleep that night, I wondered what happened to the 22 hours I spent travelling on Boxing Day? 

Zane & Julian wait outside for a table.

Zane salivates over acres of pizza on our tables.

A sign on a taxi top going into Broadway from Times Square.