Oct 31 2010
Here a few impressions of my short day trip to Huntington, NY. On the way there, I discovered Oyster Bay, a wonderful spot, at which one could see the full beauty of fall. It has been quite a while that I have seen fall in such beautiful colors, such as here in the United States. Colors, a bit colder, but still warm enought and many loose leaves, which danced merrily once the wind came. Now that is fall to me. And I love it. But see for yourself:
Oct 21 2010
After a sightseeing tour of the Meatpacking District, a friend and I spontaneously decided to go to see a movie. We planned on seeing “The Social Network”, but it had already started by the time we arrived at the movie theatre. So we stood in front of the wall with all the movie posters and after a few minutes decided on seeing “It’s Kind of a Funny Story”. We chose that one, because neither of us felt like seeing an action or thriller movie, I had seen Wall Street 2 already and the movie had to begin at 8 p.m. With all-American popcorn (salt and butter) and soda, we went in. It kind of felt like a sneak preview, since we did not know anything about the plot, just the title. Continue reading “Movie Time: It’s Kind of a Funny Story”
Oct 19 2010
In no other country in which I have been so far, do I see shopping as an experience as in the USA. I just do not mean mall shopping, I actually rather mean the grocery shopping.
Grocery shopping itself is not anything spectacular. Necessities like butter, milk and bread must be bought; many other not needed items like cake mix, pudding or sweets also are added to the shopping cart. For a lot of people, it is a thing you have to do, maybe not a thing you want to do. Here in the States it is different, as I experienced on the weekend again.
Oct 07 2010
It is repeatedly fascinating, how a person remembers a place subconsciously. The place probably is not even a typical sight, but mostly just a simple street corner. Exactly that has happened to me in New York several times within the last weeks.
Together with a friend, I discovered the area. We walked through the streets of Brooklyn and at some point stood at a street corner. And while we stood there, I knew: I have been here before. I could not grasp when and why or with whom, but I had a certain feeling. A “You-stood-here-once-before”-feeling. My friend knew exactly what I meant. At a different, but also a plain corner, she felt the same way a few days ago.
