New York, New York
I have been remarkably blessed with the ability to travel from place to place. I suppose my love for travel started when I was a kid. My father was in the US Air Force and we moved from
It should come as no surprise, then, that I love traveling for Aspen Mountain Press and for romance conferences and the myriad places those sorts of gatherings can take me.
This week I found myself in the fabulous
And
I stayed at the
This was saying something. Not because anyone in
I left
Again, I emphatically state that no one was rude in any way, shape or form. Most people bent over backwards for us, doing what they were able; some more than others.
Upon our arrival at the Sheraton New York and Towers, we were given robes and slippers, free Internet access and asked if we needed anything else to get us through the basic necessities.
Our conference, Digital Book World was pretty much a wash. The bulk of the first day was spent listening to a lot of presentations that had little to do with actual e-publishing, except for the startling fact that a lot of the illegal pirate sites offering NYT best selling titles got their titles from some sort of in-house leak. Woah, now that was a shocker.
The offerings today were much better, one of the best presentations being on the new blio platform which will offer interactive media as well as full color presentations.
But
Oh man.
There is absolutely so much to do in NYC that the only way you could even begin to scratch the surface is by returning repeatedly. Two walks to Times Square, one for a fantastic kosher dinner at Ben’s, and another next door to the Gershwin theater where Wicked is now playing for sushi at Shimizu, left no doubt about the allure of NYC.
I’ll admit it. I’m a gawker.
I’m the sort of person native New Yorkers would probably honk at because I stepped off the curb at the wrong time.
On more than one occasion I felt like Kathleen Turner in Romancing the Stone; the street vendors with their wares, the flowers in row after row on street corners, the people trying to give away something.
Amazing.
At the same time I know I could never live here for long. The congestion is a novelty at first but would wear off quickly. The allure of culture would be soon replaced by a need to find affordable housing and a job to pay for the shows, the subway, the lifestyle. Not so much fun.
All of which makes NYC the top of my list of favorite cities to visit and never live in.
Rest assured. I will be back and still in awe and still gawking.