When in New York heading for a true Italian pizza seems the obvious choice, doesn’t it? OK maybe not. But when an Italian living in New York recommends an Italian restaurant you sure go and check it out. Or at least that’s what we did.
I can’t believe January is (finally) over. It equally feels like this month has gone on forever and gone by so quick.
In recent years January was a fairly quiet and slow month at work. It usually meant physically being in the actual office for most of the month with hardly any travel, but at last with some spare time to clear your desk, work your way through that endless to do list and finally get that filing done.
Somehow this year this all went a little different. I have probably mentioned it before, this year January did not have just one or two travels, I actually did five trips this past month… to five different countries.
When heading to New York, chances are you’ll spend most of your time in Manhattan. But New York has so much more to offer. Venture out to the other boroughs and see for yourself.
And whilst you are out there, try the food on offer.
Brooklyn has become a bit of a trendy area over the last decade or so. Plenty of individual coffee shops, local craft beers and organic food places.
So if you find yourself in the area of Flatbush Avenue / Dekalb Avenue, I would recommend a trip to the Dekalb Market Hall.
We stumbled across it by chance during our recent trip to New York.
Battling jet lag the first night, we decided to make the most of being wide awake at 4am.
So we wrapped up warm and headed out into the night. To experience the city that never sleeps first hand and see Times Square in the early hours of the day. More so as it was just a few blocks away from our hotel.
Any time of day or night Times Square is a weird world of its own. The lights, the hustling and bustling, cars, noises and millions of people. For sure a place you have to see for yourself once in your life.
To see? Yes. To actually enjoy? Maybe not so much… unless you are the kind of person that loves being shoved around… not this girl though.
So obviously we’ve been there before both during the day and in the evening. But going there in the middle of the night? Totally different thing. You can actually walk around and, believe it or not, you can see the ground.
I fly on a regular basis – now there’s a revelation; who would have thought – but pretty much all of my flights are short haul. Just an hour, two hours tops if I have to get to Central Europe or Nordics. But to actually do a long haul flight? Nah, not on a regular basis. But as I told before, hubby and I are New York bound again this month and as much as we were looking forward to it, it does come with that eight-hour flight at the start and end.
I am fairly relaxed about it all, I spend so much time sitting around airports for hours at a time that this flight couldn’t be any worse. Just make sure I have a fully charged laptop in front of me and I potter away forever (if I run out of things to write for the blog, I could always catch up on work, if and when I get very desperate). Hubby on the other side? Well that’s a different story.
You all remember that scene in Shrek when they travel to the Kingdom Far Far Away and donkey sits in the back, asking ‘are we there yet?’ every other second? Yep, that’s my other half (nah, he’s not a donkey obviously). He’s fine for the first hour, two tops, after that he gets a little restless.
So I decided to share the pleasure with you all with my ‘diary of an eight-hour flight’.
Spoiler alert – not much travel advice to be found here, this is just a fun little anecdote around my travel.
Last day in the office before my trip to Oslo my colleague left a little plastic pony on my desk.
Why you wonder? Well so did I.
Turned out her daughter put it in her bag a while back and little pony travelled to Italy with her (unnoticed). When it was eventually discovered, her daughter was so happy about little pony having been to Italy, that my colleague decided to send it travelling some more.
So in my bag it went to accompany me to Norway.
Somehow I’ve always neglected Nordics as a travel destination (despite actually really wanting to see them). Therefore covering maternity leave for a colleague and occasionally going there came as a nice perk of the job.
As one of my last trips in 2017 I had my first ever trip to Norway… for work only, but nevertheless. And thanks to things going anything but planned, I ended up with an extra night there, although without actually seeing a thing (if you don’t count hotels and airports).
So I was delighted when Norway showed up on my travel itinerary again for January. And the prospect of actually staying in Oslo for a night and not just changing flights there got me rather excited.
It doesn’t come as a huge secret if I tell you that I love New York. I always did… or at least I always loved the thought of New York. It wasn’t until our honeymoon in 2012 that I actually manage to visit New York for the first time.
At the time the idea was to have an extended stay (we stayed 11 nights) to see it all and get it over and done with… been there, done that, got the T-shirt kinda thing.
But little did I know. Yes by the time we got back from our honeymoon we felt so overwhelmed and tired (I mean how many miles can you walk in a day for days on end without losing the will to live) that I would have totally subscribed to that ‘been there done that’ idea… but as time passed (and my muscles stopped hurting) I started longing for New York again. And the rest is history as they say. We have been back a few times since and are preparing for yet another trip in the New Year.
So what better time to share with you some tips for your first trip to New York.
Whilst I am still enjoying my few travel free weeks in the run up to Christmas (such a rare thing not to travel for a whole month), I am already preparing for more trips in the New Year.
For a few days (or was it mere hours?) I thought things would eventually quieten down a little in 2018, but looking at my diary now, I’d say far from it.
Looking at January and February, everything is already back to normal with trips booked for pretty much every single week.
But it is not all work. Hubby and I will go to New York for a week. Yes… again.
To me Berlin is very marmite. You either love it or hate it. Not much in between.
And what shall I say… I don’t love marmite….
Don’t get me wrong. I am not saying I hate Berlin. Not really. But it would not make it into my top five of cities (hey here’s an idea for a new blog post… stay tuned). Nor would it be my first (second or third) choice of places to live in Germany.
But I am always up for the odd weekend or visit (unlike marmite… that I do loath at all times).
But what gets me every single time is the devastating state of the airports in Berlin.