#9
So off to church we went in NYC. Why should things be normal? The service we ended up seeing was in Spanish. The good thing about this is that now we have an excuse for not understanding what´s being said up there. I did also learn that my brother Mark is a mouth taker; this is when you go to take communion that instead of putting your hand out and letting the priest put it in your hand you tilt your head back and open your mouth so he can place it on your tongue. I´ve thought a lot about this and don´t understand it, the only thought I could come up with was that since he was the youngest in the house we always had or tried to have him serving us (alright, us is more me) getting us food, the remote control that my arm wouldn´t reach and anything else that would save me energy and remind the younger brother of my dominance (don´t worry, he caught on long ago). Because of this however, he figured it was his time and where else to start but in line in the church.
Mark, my Mom and I stayed in Manhattan with Uncle Lou; if you meet him that´s what you call him but he really is my uncle. Uncle Lou moved to NY years back and lived a life as a professional opera singer, if you get talking about war he´ll tell you how he won the war (ww2), and one of his favorite foods is peanut butter and onion sandwiches; don´t knock it till you try it, I still haven´t tried it. He lives in the Ansonia which also housed Angelina Joline at one point along with lots of other people that I don´t know much about.
We went on a stanton island ferry which takes you for a good view in front of the Statue of Liberty and when you get to Stanton Island you get off and get right back on because there is nothing there, that´s true not funny. This ferry ride is free by the way (thanks cole-man-do). We ventured through Chinatown, midtown, walked down 5th avenue by all the fancy shops; if you haven´t been to NY, 5th ave is between 4th and 6th.
We had lots of great dinners cooked by mother but one night we had a great dinner (Lou, Mark, Mom and I) where mark and I tried to live like Uncle Lou starting by trying on his glasses (see pic). Mark doesn´t like seafood but tried his first octopus. Now in general I just can´t decide if I want people to like the food I like (I know, I like all food), more so the food I really like. It´s a double edge sword, you can´t go to certain restaurants with someone if they don´t like that kind of food, but if you´re at a party and it´s limited you don´t want others to like it because that is less for you; any thoughts on this? whatever you think, stay away from my food.
We also had the chance to meet up with my cousin Jaclyn, her husband Aaron and their daughter Kaylin who happened to be in NYC while we were there. We strolled one morning through central park and thought outloud, 'why are all of these people out, shouldn´t they be at work?' I guess we weren´t working and there was a good chance that everyone else was thinking the same thing; as I sit in a cafe in iceland I´m really wondering why those people aren´t working.
Alright, I´ll get it out of the way, I shared a pull out couch with my mom while in NYC, it wasn´t what it was hyped up to be but it wasn´t that bad either, the only real time I was freaked out was when she couldn´t stop singing the Shakira line 'my hips don´t lie' I asked her nicely to not mention hips while we are next to each other and then punched Mark as he laughed while on his blow up mattress.
When I got to the Airport to leave to Iceland, they said I could have an exit aisle. When I said I wanted it they asked me if I was comfortable with the door. I told her I handled it alright the last time we went down so I thought I could do it again no problem, weird question huh?
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