If you’re reading this, chances are I stayed up late Saturday night furiously typing on my laptop when actually I should have been studying for my Spanish finals. Or better yet, sleeping. But I cannot put myself to sleep easily since the minute I close my eyes, I see flashes of pages and words and images jumping out at me. It’s been a while since I’ve given examinations, and at least seven years since I last found myself in a classroom. But it’s also been seven years since I’ve really wanted to learn Spanish, since I’ve wanted to read one of my favourite authors, Gabriel Garcia Marquez in the original and Federico Garcia Lorca’s poems. Why Spanish you ask? Cause it sounds sexy (we’ve all heard Shakira and Enrique in their native language) and it is one of the easier languages to pick up. Relatively, at least.
“If I had to choose a single destination where I’d be held captive for the rest of my time in New York, I’d choose the Metropolitan Museum of Art.”
Tim Gunn, fashion consultant , television personality, actor, author, and also a former mentor on Project Runway, isn’t far from the truth. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, or The Met, is an exhilarating place to be. It took me an entire day to go through just one of its museums in New York City and yet I couldn’t cover the entirety of it. It is MASSIVE and needs probably days and weeks to be able to relish the historic pieces with time and understanding. If I had more time, and by gawd I wish I did, I would just scribble away in my notebook, making quick sketches and marveling at the many slices of history displayed.
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Clearly one of the highlights of my recent trip to the US was my visit to the Museum of Sex. Ending a day’s trip gallivanting across New York City, walking an insane number of blocks to get to it – visiting MoSex made me supremely happy and satisfied (pun not intended).
I just couldn’t help myself. I tried and failed. Every time I found myself at certain locations in New York City, I would squeal with delight if I recognised it from some movie or television series. Greenwich Village or Central Park, Times Square or the Empire State Building…I managed to get my cousins giggling all the time.
And as Godzilla is one of my favourite films, I knew I could not miss crossing the Brooklyn Bridge across the East River, right from lower Manhattan to the borough of Brooklyn, braving the sun and enjoying the breeze. Remember the last scene from the 1998 film, how the suspension bridge buckled and bent under the massive weight of the monster and eventually died near it?
There’s this short story I had as part of my curriculum in middle school, but the actual story is quite fuzzy in my mind. I only remembered the words ‘tan gabardine suit’ and the ‘Grand Central Station’. So when I found myself in New York City a couple of months ago, I knew I had to visit this station and take a trip back in time.
A bit of serious Googling pulled up snatches of the story on general websites. It was The Third Level by Jack Finney, wherein the 31-year-old protagonist Charlie, while rushing home one day, takes the subway from the Grand Central Station and finds himself on the ‘third level’. In reality, there were only two and Charlie had stepped back in time. Time travel no doubt captivates everyone’s imagination, and this story weirdly always stayed in the back of my mind.