What a difference a week makes!
After just shy of 4 months, minus a few kilos and three toenails, but with a treasure trove of memories, I finally left South America. The journey to New York was a marathon - a 3am wake up call for a 6.30 departure that was delayed till 7.30. The connection in Miami (had to collect my bag and go through customs ) was a tight one... made it with minutes to spare, only to sit on the ground for 1 1/ 2 hours because of a mechanical problem with the aircraft. We were finally deplaned and boarded a substitute aircraft 3 1/2 hours late, to find there was no food aboard.
That was the end of my woes though.... driven in a plush black limo to downtown Soho and lived a life of luxury ever since!
Day 1: beside myself with excitement seeing Cnris at brunch, followed by a full body massage and “creme de la creme” facial. A combination of “serum, stem cells and placenta” left my face plumped and soft as a baby’s bot!! Dinner at Nobu - a one Michelin star Japanese - Peruvian restaurant....
Day 2: A mega makeover in the hairdressers, a quick shop to find something elegant to wear (got carried away and teetered on some tres chic, vertigo inducing Italian heels!!), before we dined exquisitely at ‘Daniel’, a 3 Michelin stars Art Deco restaurant in Manhattan....
Day 3: Brunch, a visit to the Frick Museum, a walk in the spring sunshine through Central Park, surrounded by blossom trees and tulips..... a quick bite with Tuppy and Bob (Aussies in NY) at Joe Allen’s Theatre restaurant, before a wonderful night at Phantom of the Opera... a couple of wines in Soho Grand’s bar to come down from the clouds (for me at least!).......
Day4: Breakfast in the hotel, a subway ride Williamsburg, more wonderful food in an old restored 1920’s Diner a walk through trendy Brooklyn with all it’s antique stores, vintage shops and cafes, through the fascinating ultra orthodox Jewish quarter (lots of guys with log black coats and weird curls and coke bottle glasses seemed to come out of the woodwork - I learnt later that there was a crisis of leadership at their synagogue), onto arty DUMBO (down under manhattan bridge overpass - they just love their acronyms) and over the Brooklyn Bridge into the sunset....talk about Cinderella.........more food at famous Wolfgang’s Steakhouse, and Chrisso swore he could never eat again....
Had to bid Chris farewell next morning, then met Geraldine at their restaurant Nile’s in 7th Ave before some more spoiling in a real home again on Long Island....
life’s tough...
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