So Long and Thanks for all the Coffee

Here are Rodolfo and Marisol, my hostel bffs, in Times Square only moments before we went to the Hard Rock Cafe and got drunk. Arriba los Chihuahuenses!

Thank you, New York, it was a pleasure. I loved your taxis (especially the one that drove by and splashed me as I stood at a rainy bus stop and made me suddenly wonder if I was on a Hollywood sound stage built to look like New York) and I loved your super shwanky rich people and your pigeons and all the pizza that was probably delicious but I couldn't eat it so I had to eat hamburgers without the bread instead.

I loved your fancy businessmen, especially when they were riding on the subway. I loved never knowing what language anyone would speak. I loved feeling very seen, and also completely invisible, at the same time.

I hope we can be friends. And next time, maybe not so much of strangers. What a beautiful city!