New York City

Taking a cue that it was a vacation, we slept "in" (till 8ish or so). After waking up we got ready for our run and took the Subway to Central Park. We ran for an hour around Central Park finishing where we started. Along the way we intersected the Gay Pride run that was circulating through the northern part of the park. After our run we returned to the hotel and cleaned up before heading to the Village/Chelsea area. In Chelsea we grabbed some food at Coppelia, a Cuban restaurant. Sherilyn got a “salad” with grilled shrimp, avocado, and chicharons. I got a sandwich will pulled pork, chicharons, pickled red onions, and yucca fries. The food was very good, and hit the spot with exactly what I was looking for.

After lunch we meandered our way to the Highline, an old elevated railway that had been converted into park space. We climbed the steps at 14th street. And followed the pathway to 30th. The highline itself was a neat concept. There was lots of artwork in the form of sculpture and paintings both on the highline itself and on neighboring buildings. In addition there was a number of vendors selling all kinds of wares, and numerous places to sit out and relax. The highline itself was not complete. It ended at a construction site (condos?) and a small path that looked to be a continuation of the highline.

We walked down 30th street back toward Penn station and returned to the Village, where we found the Big Gay Ice Cream Parlor. We grabbed a fabulous ice cream here. I got one entitled the Bea Arthur (Vanilla with Dolce-de-Leche rolled in Nilla Wafers), Sherilyn got a chocolate pretzel dipped hot mess thing. The rest of the time in the village was spent wandering around. We stumbled on the Friends Apartment at one corner, and Carrie Bradshaw's apartment on Perry st. We stopped and grabbed some Cherries by a small park at sat/related for a spell before grabbing a train back toward midtown. At midtown we wandered around the 56/59 street area in search of some pre-planned architectural buildings. Specifically the Tiffinay Building, Scwartz, the Love Statue, and other random buildings in that area. We started walking back to the hotel, and intersected a street fair on 6th avenue, selling assorted ethnic foods, and other “works” of “art” (mainly cheap picture replications, belts, pasminas, etc..). I did end up grabbing a quality “Leather” belt for $6. Sherilyn grabbed a grilled corn on the cob. We followed 6th avenue from midtown in the direction of our hotel, when we returned to the Hotel we changed/got ready for the Red Sox/Yankees game.

We got changed and headed out toward the Bronx via the 4 and 6 trains. Our Red Sox shirts attracted glares and comments, including a couple of NYPD cops suggesting we be arrested, a woman refusing to help us take a selfie, and a lot of “Boston, come on!”. Generally speaking people were light hearted with their comments and relatively pleasant. We found out seats on the 3B side, 3rd deck abound ½ way between Home and 3rd. They were in section 324, Row 7, Seats 13 and 14, which was nice because there was no-one directly behind us. We were next to an older yankee fan couple. The gentleman was keeping score of the game and was generally knowledgable about baseball, which made for a pleasant event.

The game itself was a pretty good game. Lester and Tanaka squared off. Lester brought a no-hitter into the 6th before its broken up. Both teams scored 1 run in the 3rd, the Sox run off a David Ross HR, and the Yankees off an Error, ground out and Sac-fly. The game stayed that way till the top of the 9th. Tanaka still pitching served up a 1-2 fastball to Mike Napoli that he deposited in the CF Bullpen. Koji came in to close the game out in the 9th and the Sox won 2 to 1. For Food, Sherilyn got a roast beef sandwich, and I got a Slider/French Fry platter. Food was rather expensive, but it was expected. I found out too late about a Taco station that was in our area. I would have rather gotten them. We also grabbed some Dippen Dot “Ice” Cream in the 7th. Beer Selection was decent as well.

The ride home was actually rather uneventful. I was expecting a worse train ride, both from Yankee fans and in the way of “crampt-ness” on the train, the way it is after games at Fenway, but it went by rather quickly. We returned to the hotel (took about 45 minutes?) and called it a night.Okumaya devam et