Chinatown and the Cloisters.
Sometimes I just can’t find any reason at all to talk about my diabetes.
This past weekend was one of them.
Erik was down visiting me this weekend (he lives about an hour north so we alternate weekends) and we decided to take advantage of the sunny (yet bitingly cold) Saturday afternoon to visit the city. Being a fan of the Cloisters, Erik suggested we check out the branch of the Metropolitan Museum of Art that is sequestered way, way, way up town in Fort Tryon Park (it’s above the George Washington Bridge).
The subway service was a little wonky so we ended up walking nearly thirty blocks before we finally hit the park. There was lots of snow still left from the last snowstorm, and we brought out Erik’s Nikon D60 to do a little photography (disclosure: Nikon is a client).
We climbed up a steep hill and finally reached the Cloisters (you should check out the website to get info about it – it’s pretty cool). We meandered through the rooms, looking at the artwork and architecture. We also braved the agonizing cold to snap some photos on the West Terrace.
On Sunday, we wanted to check out the Chinese New Year parade in Chinatown. Unfortunately, we kinda missed it, so we ended up walking up and down Mott Street with hundreds of people who were still celebrating with confetti and streamers.
There were still a few street performers hanging around, which caused a massive commotion among the crowd.
Before we left, we asked a stranger to snap a souvenir photo for us.
Sure, my diabetes was still there through all of it. But noise of the low blood sugar and finger pricks were swallowed up by the laughter, good conversation and energetic crowds of New York City.
This is my something good.