My Bite Of Big Apple. Last One.

I didn’t notice that while I was writing day by day trying to post one entry a day for easy reading, I eventually ended up… in future. Never mind dates, they are meaningless when the words are about days that already happened…I suppose I just have to take a break when I finish,  to “catch up” with time. (or is it – to let time to catch up with me?) 

I thought at first that my last page of travelogue would be like all those other last pages of all my previous travels – a collection of things that somehow didn’t fit into any of the previous pages somehow got forgotten at first and then remembered, somehow didn’t felt appropriate at time…I sit and think for a while…I found that there are no more things that I want to say about my travel. That doesn’t mean I’ve told it all, but it means that all the untold ones do not matter. What matters and what was and is the purpose of me writing down my travels not as much to share, but also to preserve the reminiscences of places…I can see in future when my memories faded, and I will come here and live through them again. And I wish this experience to be a perfect one. 

When we go to the new places we see what we expect to see. If you load yourself with the luggage full of doubts, whatifs and fears and howtosurvives, you won’t be able to enjoy what it is. Guess, what I’m trying to say. It may seem that my travel was too easy, too perfect and that it was my luck to see the best what NYC could offer. It may seem that there were no mistakes in making decisions, that I never walked the same street back because I’ve lost my way, that I never feared walking late at night to my hotel, that I never had moments of doubts and regrets that I went alone…but what if all of this doesn’t matter?..what if the delight of what I discovered in New York and around was far more important and impressed me much more then the technical shortcomings of the journey?..and nothing else matters, really, for even if I saw New York through pink colored glasses, that was the New York I saw and that is the city I wish to remember. So there was my Bite of Big Apple and all I can say is that I did like the taste…

No more to come…