Our trip to NY was a much needed break from the merciless heat and humidity of Puerto Vallarta summers. The first two days in NY were even cold, after which a blistering heat wave hit and we almost felt like we were back in PV, ‘cept without the constant dripping sweat.
We ended up spending most of the time staying with my uncle Timbo in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. Tim was a total champ, putting up with us for almost two solid weeks. Our first week was spent going to museums: MOMA, PS1 and seeing family: cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents. Marcia had never met my grandad ‘Grumpy’, so we took a quick overnight trip out to Haddam, Connecticut, to spend a little time with the man, a total character and sweetest guy in the world. Our Second week was spent going to museums: Dia:Beacon, Brooklyn Museum, The Noguchi Museum and doing more ‘tourist’ style NYC things: Coney Island, Empire State Building, Central Park Zoo etc… Incidentally, the shopping experience in NY was almost a total bust, it’s just such a pain-in-the-ass to have to go down to SoHo and schlep all your crap around with you on the subway. We tried to do a wee bit of shopping, but just couldn’t hack the “NYC Shopping Protocols”, only lasting long enought to get the essentials: underwear, tshirts, shorts and bikinis.
We took a day trip to Croton-On-Hudson, a tiny little suburban commuter town an hour north of NYC and the place where I grew up. I’ll post a separate set for those images, so you can choose or not to choose to sit through a reminiscence on my childhood.
2 days before the end of our trip, we were going to out to Coney Island, when the mirror on my camera broke, unceremoniously ending the picture fun. Imagine wandering around an off-day at Coney Island at dusk with no camera. I was despondent. The trip was a much needed dose of city life, art/culture and family connectedness. After almost two solids weeks of living the high life, we packed up our gear and headed back to steamy Vallarta.
