Day seven. Almost everything did not go according to plan. Some deviations were okay, some were welcome, but some just made my stomach turn.
Breakfast. There was something going on in the area so majority of the breakfast places that we wanted to go to were closed. We ended up eating at Cafe Square One. I did not like the food, maybe they were having an off day? I don’t know. The coffee, at least, was decent. It made up for the unappetizing avocado toast I ordered.
Sightseeing. We were supposed to go see the Liberty Bell since it was literally just there. However, when we got there, we saw the very long line. I mean very very long. My friend and I were both like, “no way.” So we took the bus to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, but not to go inside. That’s right. We walked up the flight of stairs that Rocky took.
Greyhound. The most horrible bus ride of my life. The ride to NYC was only a few hours. My friend and I really wanted to and needed to sit together so we can plan what to do once we arrived, but the only seats left that were next to each other was the one in the back, next to the bathroom. I couldn’t breathe properly the entire trip because the smell was just awful. Never again.
Subway. I forgot where the greyhound station was in New York. It was definitely underground, the subway right next door. Looking at the map, the subway system was vast and intricate, it was all very confusing and we would have easily gotten lost. There was this very nice gentleman though, he saw us looking at the map, probably saw the confusion in our faces, asked where we were going, gave us directions, and gave us his Metro card that had about $5 left. An act of kindness from a total stranger. There is hope left for the world. We went straight to our Airbnb in Brooklyn. It was a lot nicer than I expected, and very close to the subway.
Dinner. We had to eat early because one, we were both hungry since we only ate breakfast, and two, we had to meet up with this person because my friend bought something from Instagram, and had to pick it up (from a very specific location at a very specific time, I might add). We saw the flat iron building, and I thought to myself, “there are things I don’t really need to see in person.” But we were there, so there we were. We also got to see the Empire State building. That’s it.
Domino Park. Before we called it a night, we decided to go to a random place. So we went to the park. And the beautiful sight made up for everything that went wrong that day. The park was in Brooklyn, by River Street, overlooking the Williamsburg Bridge, and the lights from the sky scrapers across the river. The image was so inspiring it almost made me want to write a poem. Almost.