New York City

I’m not so sure that I am in the best form for writing. The jet-lag has my head in a bit of a fog. And my emotions are still running wild. Missing James. Already.

We had the most wonderful weekend in New York.

With a reported high of 23 degrees Fahrenheit, high winds, and a threatening blizzard we opted for a museum. The American Museum of Natural History. Just a short jaunt from our hotel. We wandered from gallery to gallery. Marveling at the zebra, hump-back whale, and cnidarian installations. We gazed far into the universe through the models of our solar system. And we even followed the human evolutional path.

True to ourselves - our attention was individually pulled at particular moments. First, the wall of crustaceans. The over-sized, almost human-sized, lobster caught James’ eye. His love for the B-52’s Rocklobster makes any lobster worthy of a photo. Accompanied by a few hummed bars, of course.

Not too far from the Rocklobster lied a display of fungi. My attention was pulled. I was dreaming of all the sauces, stuffing, and sautés that I could do with all these mushrooms. The flavor profile was developing in my mouth as I gazed at the variety so beautifully displayed.

With only 48 hours we had to move fast. The museum lead us to a matinee of A Little Night Music starring Catharine Zeta-Jones and Angela Landsbury. A Sondheim revival – James’ favorite lyrists – with an enchanting score. Laughter, angst, and relief were just a few of the emotions evoked.

Dinner reservations were at Dovetail on the Upper-West Side. One that has been on our list for some time. It was wonderful. James was over-the-moon about the truffle butter sauce that was served with halibut. I was particularly crazed about the amuse bouche – tuna fava bean, lamb cream, and shrimp croquette.

Sunday was a nice, quite day. A day for us to hang out, chat, catch up, and just be with each other. We stayed in bed until the very last moment before check-out. We wandered the streets holding hands. Had a nice lunch at one of our favorite Venezuelan places in the East Village. A long chat over ice cream and coffee. And. Of course. We accompanied each other to the airport.

As James said, “Not enough.” Our 48 hours came and went faster than either of us imagined. But, it was so worth it.

The only eventful thing about my flight home was the Airbus a380 – the huge double-decker. Airborne since 2007. 525 passengers. This thing was enormous. Even I was suspect on its ability to fly!