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  • New York, New York – So Good We Went There Twice

    New York, New York – So Good We Went There Twice

    Two years running, my parents were generous enough to let me go to New York with my Performing Arts course. It was my birthday and Christmas present for both years, a great deal I reckon. I appear to have lost most of my photos from these two years and so my memories have now merged into one mega trip, with the odd standout moment.

    Read about my first trip New York, New York – The First Bite

    The Statue of Liberty, New York City, NY, USA
    Lady Liberty

    The Theft

    Both years were spent sharing a room with three other girls in the double rooms of the Ameritania, just North of Times Square (double rooms meaning two double beds in the USA). Who knows what the other guests must have thought having forty teenagers tearing round the corridors. The first year started rather badly. My money, $200 or so, was stolen from my rucksack before we left JFK airport. I found myself watching everyone merrily splashing the cash while I bumbled through on a very tight budget. The college lent me some cash but I wasn’t able to purchase my fair share of I <3 NY t-shirts or Lady Liberty hats. A blessing in disguise perhaps?

    In college I wasn’t old enough to drink alcohol, but we made up for it on other trips! Read My Favourite Bars in New York

    The Theatres

    This being a Performing Arts trip, we got to attend some amazing shows. Phantom of the Opera on Broadway was predictably stunning but being stuck up the back, I barely saw a thing (I am visually impaired, read about Travelling with a Disability here). We saw Blue Man Group (both years) which I loved (both years). The combination of physical comedy, music and blue face paint is great fun. In the second year, we went to see The Rivals at the Lincoln Centre. The space itself was wonderful but it was a piece of revival theatre and utterly jatlagged, the entire trip was dozing gently by the start of the third scene.

    The Lincoln Centre

    Lincoln Centre itself was great. We were treated to a tour of many of the buildings on the 10 acre site dedicated to the Arts. Juliard, the Met, the School of American Ballet, the Performing Arts library, the New York Philhamonic and a myriad of theatre spaces surround the fountain from the film Centre Stage (geek moment). We saw the two leads of the New York ballet rehearsing on stage, a rare treat and learnt that the philharmonic audition their applicants from behind a screen so their only consideration is the music. True art.

    Red neon sign of Radio City Music Hall, New York, NY, USA
    Radio City Music Hall, home of The Rockettes

    Read about my first trip to NYC with Mr Fluskey in 2007 An Apple A Day – New York, New Travel Buddy and New Horizons

    De La Guarde

    We also went to see a show by Fuerza Bruta, previously known as De La Guarde. It was unlike anything any of us had seen before, a hectic mix of circus, physical theatre and a rave. Let me give you an idea of it.

    We were stood in a low ceilinged room, anxious and excited. Glowing dots started to move across the ceiling to the centre where they slowly dropped down. At this point we realised they were polystyrene balls covered in iridescent paint and not a lighting effect. We smeared glow in the dark stripes across our cheeks. Suddenly an upside down figure burst through the roof and ripped a section away. The entire roof was made of paper and with a few more descents it was removed completely and we saw that we were in a huge warehouse space. People flew across the space on harnesses, bounced on bungees, bust out addictive rhythms on drums and then came and danced us into a frenzy. My friend even got a snog from the charismatic front man. Oh how jealous we were!

    Their new show, Wayra, which I saw in October 2015, started out promisingly. It began with an excellent sequence on a giant treadmill, and had some set pieces but I think some of it dragged on a little long and it lacked the vitality of the other show. Maybe I’m biased because I loved the first one so much.

    The Food

    The food we ate went from terrible, cold and under cooked burgers at the Times Square Hard Rock Cafe, to sublime; the diner on the corner that hadn’t changed since the 1970s. We went to that diner several times and I even dragged Karl there for a couple more meals on our first trip to NYC together. When we went back in 2014 I was absolutely heartbroken to discover that it had turned into a Starbucks lookalike with no soul, no lovely waitresses that still called you “Hun” and no free refills.
    Our other yummy discovery of the trip was a noodle place called Republic on Union Square. We had a workshop at the nearby New York Film Academy which was fun as I remember it but not overly informative. We were sent out for lunch and we ended up in Republic. The tables were long and sociable, this was before Wagamama was everywhere. We sat next to a couple of New Yorkers who we joyfully eavesdropped upon before interrupting their “private” lunch to quiz them on everything New York. Happily, Republic was still there when I went last year and still making superb bowls of noodles, to a slightly funkier soundtrack and a new industrial, stripped back decor.

    Read about The Best Savoury Eats in New York, USA Got more of a sweet tooth? Read Sweet Treats you Must Try in New York, USA

    The Cold

    The trips took place in January and they were quintessential New York winter breaks, complete with ice skating on Central Park rink (distressingly, we were too young to drink the mulled wine) and a run around the January sales of Fifth Avenue and Bloomingdales. The first year was the coldest winter in fifty years and my thin, pink mac was woefully insufficient. I had been impervious to cold for years, wearing school shirts without a jumper in chilly temperatures at home. However, every time we left the hotel I felt like I was taking a slap to the face. That was followed by a punch to the stomach that winded me. I had never felt cold like it. It was so cold that the water in the Lincoln Centre pool appeared to be steaming. Holy moly!

    I haven’t warmed up since.

    Rosie xx

    Close-up of the brick arches of Brooklyn Bridge. Above reads 'New York, New York - So Good We Went There Twice'
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  • A Day Trip To Canada

    A Day Trip To Canada

    Not content with a week in New York City, my parents and I headed north west to Niagara, Canada to see the mighty Niagara Falls.

    (My frustration with having no photographs from this trip continues….)

    The Train There

    Descending into the dark underbelly of Penn Station and boarding the train for the long journey wasn’t that much of a novelty (I use the train all the time), but it was still very exciting to see the difference in the Amtrak train compared to the carriages I was used to. The seats were deep and wide, they even reclined. You could happily sink into one and doze the journey away, all the way there. However, there is very little chance you would want to.

    The train, that eventually ends up in Canada, follows the Hudson Valley up through New York State towards Albany. It then makes a sharp left and passes through Syracuse, Rochester and Buffalo. Travelling in October, the leaves on show were bursting into colour. Brown, gold, pink and deep reds spread across the horizon. If you’ve ever wondered how to avoid the leaf-gazing traffic in the “fall” months, get the train. At points, the tracks hug the side of the valley with the river directly beside it, wide and grey. Even Buffalo has a desolate charm when viewed from a train window, maybe because you know the train will leave again, with you on it.

    Read more about our love of trains Riding the Rails – The Joys of Train Travel

    Niagara Falls, New York, USA

    According to the State Park website, it is the oldest state park in the USA, and a year round destination. The waterfall itself may well be, but the town of Niagara wasn’t exactly happening.  We arrived and set out to find some dinner. Our B&B had warned us against walking down the road in one direction, lest we be mugged or worse, and so we hurried off in the other direction. The town was in darkness. A huge mall that contained a Hard Rock Cafe and other gastronomic treats was closed for winter.

    The Dinner

    After what felt like two whole hours, we gave up and walked back to Pizza Hut, the only building with its lights on. We pushed through the door, exhausted, and realised we had entered the land of plastic.

    • The plates were plastic
    • The glasses were plastic
    • The menus were plastic
    • The tablecloths were plastic.

    Mum perused the menu with a nose that was trying not to wrinkle. At least we were eating the local food. Her mask, so carefully positioned not to offend, slipped when she was politely informed that the restaurant didn’t have a licence to serve alcohol. I was happy enough when I saw the size of my pizza though. I believe it was my breakfast the following day too.

    Niagra Falls State Park

    The next morning we wandered through the slightly more lively streets to the State Park. With the daylight, we could now see the mist rising in the distance, it definitely felt more like we were in Niagara. The park centre itself was somewhat of a disappointment. It was very factual and rather dull for a teenager. I wanted flashing lights, popcorn and the other garish features that I associated with American tourist attractions. Thinking about it now, it’s nice that these beautiful state parks escape rampant commercialisation, but being unprepared, I felt a little underwhelmed.

    We hopped aboard the Niagara Scenic Trolley for a drive towards the falls themselves. The commentary was a lot more interesting, several stories of those who had jumped, fallen and in general, gone over the falls. The river was flowing quickly but seemed incredibly placid until we got closer. Small rapids interrupted the flow and the roar of the falls crescendoed. Approaching the edge, the sound crashed around us and the full force of the falls came into view.

    The Falls

    Karl and I have a running joke that I love physical geography (rivers, glaciers, volcanoes etc) and he likes human geography (city planning, counting cars, yawn). I love a good waterfall, that’s for sure! We gazed at the Bridal Veil Falls, and slightly less imaginatively named American Falls for as long as we could keep warm. The sun was out in Prospect Point Park but there was a still a nip in the air. I loved the gorge that the retreat of the falls had left in the rock, you could even see where the harder rock had forced it to turn the corner slightly. It was all stuff I had been learning about at school and to see it in such grand reality was rather satisfying.

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    Niagara, Ontario, Canada

    Across the Rainbow bridge we went, towards the Skylon Tower and the giant hotel that dominate the Canadian side of the falls. Here at last was the American tat I had been craving…in Canada! We wandered slowly up the road surrounded by “Ripley’s Believe it Or Not and Moving Theatre” (an over the falls simulator), Louis Tussaud’s waxworks, huge theme park-esque frontages, and gift shop after gift shop. I was in heaven. Somehow we were awfully classy, well comparatively classy, and went to a restaurant where I had a delightful bowl of Linguine Vongole.

    Behind the Falls

    After dinner we did some more touristing. The Canadian side has underground caves where it seems like you are inside the falls. You can see the water thundering past a meter from your face, but stand there for more than a few seconds and you are well and truly soaked. People in plastic ponchos seemed to enjoy the thrill of getting soaked without feeling it, and then brushing up against you so you too got soggy. I remember wandering round the gift shop staring at the many different varieties of maple syrup, maple candy and other maple things. I don’t think we even bought any, but we seemed to be there for an age. Walking back across the bridge to enter the United States, was considerably more nerve-wracking than exiting. What if they didn’t let us back in because my Mum’s face in Pizza Hut had upset them!?

    Back in Niagara, New York, USA

    Jonathan spent a happy evening watching TV in the front room of the B&B. I can’t remember exactly what it was he was watching, but I feel like it may have been an old cop drama or something. He thoroughly enjoyed himself.

    Back in NYC? Check out My Favourite Bars in New York, USA

    The Train Back

    We were all relieved to be heading back to New York City on the train the next day. The train on the way up had dropped us, seemingly, in the middle of an area of scrub. There was no platform, just some wooden planks laid in the dying grass. Slightly weird for a tourist hub, we thought, but at least we knew where we were going for the way back. Not so, we discovered. The train picked up from a totally different point on the line. Sheer madness.

    Read about the rest of our trip in New York, USA – The First Bite

    The Cocktail

    To unwind, my parents decided a stiff drink was in order. Luckily, the train dining car DID have an alcohol licence. They decided that it would fun to have a Manhatten cocktail. A great discussion ensued where they all tried to remember; Mum, Jonathan and the train catering guy, how to make one. I think it ended up being a cranberry juice and whisky, a new drink, let’s call it an I-just-want-to-get-drunk-tini.
    For those that would like an actual Manhattan:

    • 2 parts whiskey
    • 1 part sweet vermouth
    • 2 dashes of Angostura bitters
    • Orange peel
    • Maraschino cherries

    Pour the liquid ingredients into a cocktail shaker with some ice. Shake well. Run the orange around the rim of your serving glass. Strain the drink into your glass. Add a cherry or two. Drink. Repeat.

    Rosie xx

    'A day trip to Canada' in white writing over the corner of a picture of the waterfalls of Niagra Falls, Canada
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  • New York, New York – The First Bite

    New York, New York – The First Bite

    In 2001, events in New York City shocked the world.

    Arriving home from school, it took me a strangely long time for it to sink in. I couldn’t believe the pictures I was seeing on the TV were not just film scenes. My Step-Dad Jonathan’s best friend Colin was living and working in New York at the time. We had planned a trip to visit him in October and so, with our flights already booked, we decided to take the holiday despite the turmoil.

    Read about all our travels in the USA here

    The Arrival

    a white skyscraper lit up at night viewed from the streets of New York City, New York, USA

    We arrived in New York City late at night, or what felt like it after the daytime flight. Colin insisted we head out to dine to combat the jet lag. I had never flown further than the Mediterranean and so the power of jet lag was still a mystery. Waiting for our pizzas at Colin’s local Italian a great duvet of fatigue settled across my shoulders and it was a titanic effort to struggle out from underneath its warm, tempting depths.  When my order arrived in front of me, instead of diving in, my usual MO, I plummeted in…head first and fast asleep. Jet lag, I had discovered, is real!

    Read the very beginnings of our blog with Checking in Online

    The Food

    The next morning, I awoke at quite an unreasonable hour. New York City is 5 hours behind GMT and I am a morning person, but luckily, so is Jonathan. Feeling restless, we ventured out into Astoria to find some breakfast. At home we lived in a healthy, vegetarian household, and so when we spotted a Dunkin Donuts sign glowing brightly at 06:00, we knew it had to happen. The new world beckoned and it was chocolate glazed. I love eating, so much so, we have a whole section of the blog dedicated to all our amazing foodie experiences!

    The junk food didn’t stop there. That same evening we visited the Hard Rock Cafe at Times Square. Having been on a pointless teenage diet, my size six stomach was not prepared for the onslaught. Starters, a full rack of BBQ ribs, a mountain of chips and an ice-cream sundae (complete with souvenir Hurricane Glass) left me clutching my tummy all the way home, praying it would stretch so I could do it all over again the following day.

    I worked my way through many new culinary experiences during the week. My first dozen oysters, a dollop of nacho cheese (a foul yellow splodge that ruined my nachos), yet more seafood at a restaurant called Pescatore, and I even tried, in vain, to develop a liking for Hershey’s milk chocolate.

    Why not read Sweet Treats you Must Try in New York, USA

    Grand Central Station in front of the Chrysler Building in the early evening, New York City, NY, USA
    Grand Central Station houses the oyster bar. The Chrysler building in the background.

    9/11

    One sunny morning, we made our way to the Southern end of Manhattan to walk the Brooklyn Bridge. Unwittingly, we emerged from the subway to witness a huge memorial service surrounding the ground zero area. It had only been around 40 days since the towers had come down and the mountains of rubble still stood stories tall, slowly smoking. The whole district was shuttered and deserted with a thick layer of concrete dust coating the shop fronts. It felt like a snowfall had shut the roads, undisturbed but disturbing.

    The rest of the city was full of patriotism, flags, cakes and clothing. At first, I had looked at them and thought that this was just the overenthusiastic America of the TV, but that day I realised that it was New York City pulling together and trying their best to celebrate what they were and what they still had.

    The Statue of Liberty, New York City, NY, USA
    The Statue of Liberty

    The Polar Bear

    We popped up to Central Park Zoo, where I was treated to my first New York hotdog, not as good as the one from the school ice cream van I concluded.

    Check out The Best Savoury Eats in New York, USA

    Jonathan fell deeply in love with the zoo’s resident polar bear who lazily swam from end to end of his glass-sided pool. His giant paws pushing up against the the glass, just in front of your nose, turned out to be wildly hypnotic. We could have stayed all day.

    Looking towards the sky with skyscrapers either side, New York City, NY, USA
    The wind tunnel

    I was too young to drink on this trip, but I made up for it another time; check out My Favourite Bars in New York, USA

    The Flight Home

    On our Virgin Atlantic flight home, there was some trouble with the in flight entertainment (IFE). The video on demand was in its infancy and as such, it was a little temperamental. The crew switched it back to the old system and so the movies were on a loop. Our near empty flight meant we all spread around the seats and Jonathan and I joyfully watched a film that hadn’t been released in the UK yet, Legally Blonde. This film would go on to inspire my teenage life and fashion, with my school wardrobe for the next year consisting of a briefcase-esque bag, a beret and Mary Janes to die for. The only thing that could tear us away was the descent to the airport.

    With a westerly wind, we flew into Heathrow airport over central London. This being the Saturday closest to Bonfire Night and roughly 20:00, all the major fireworks displays were at their peak. The Captain dimmed the cabin lights early and we eagerly gazed down at London covered in glitter. I am so glad that my parents took the decision to go to New York City that year. It would have been very easy to make the decision that so many others did, and avoid flying altogether, let alone to New York City itself. My first bite of the Big Apple was sweet enough to go back for more. Read about my next trip to New York City here.

    Rosie xx

    The Statue of Liberty, New York, NY, USA. Overlaid is white writing 'The First Bite New York'
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