Ever since I started my Spanish classes I have taken an insane interest in the language and the Spanish-speaking world. And since I knew I wouldn’t be travelling to any of these countries in the near future, I decided to bring this world closer to me. And so started my crazy research on the topic that led me to pick up at least twenty-five books during the course of three months. Insane, right? I’m not even calculating all the money I spent for fear I would make myself feel guiltier than I already am.Continue reading “How to Travel without Seeing – A travel book unlike any other”
“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.