I was downtown earlier this week for a meeting on the upper east side of Manhattan. The train that I take to return to our part of the Bronx is on the opposite side of the city. But I was wearing a pair of comfortable heels (an oxymoron?) and have always had an aversion to waiting around for anything – particularly buses – so I began to walk westward.
A few avenues later, I hit Central Park. Thinking nothing of it, I entered the park and began following a trail to the West Side, enjoying the scenery on the way. Forty-five minutes later I was still on the trail, cold wet rain pouring down on me and not a soul in sight to point me in the right direction. (Realization: Central Park is HUGE!) After changing my direction a couple of times and tailing a few cars, I made it to the other side of the Park (about twenty blocks further north!) an hour later.
I love finding new places and still don’t plan on waiting around for buses, but next time I’ll save the exploring for a less rainy day.
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