What else does one do on the most celebrated of American holidays apart from stand on the border of Central Park and watch massive balloons float down the street. Thanks Macy's (the world's biggest department store) for sharing your parade with me. By the way- the building in the background of the photos is the Dakota Apartment building, where John Lennon was killed and Yoko Ono still lives.It is rather odd being somewhere on a major holiday such as this. Masses of people heading every which way; to parents, families, friends. I could only imagine the goings on in the apartments as I walked down 5th Avenue in the evening. Turkey, laughter, egg nog, smiles.
I simply celebrated my first thanksgiving with a pretzel, the New York Times and a stroll through Central Park, occasionally giggling at the squirrels.
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I spent a Christmas in New York - we celebrated by getting a double room at the hostel with a TV (not a dorm like we'd been in), eating deli food from those great big warmer things and watching Haroldo. The African women in the room next door cooked up something that smelt completely new to me and cackled at each other. Times Square was practically deserted and it was really really cold. I called my folks from a phone on the street freezing my butt off after coming out of an Irish bar, and talked to my parents who were drinking champagne in the sun on my sister's deck. Good times.
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