09/17/2024
In August, I took a trip to Kansas but somehow ended up in a place called Madison Square Garden. Let me tell you this definitely wasn’t Kansas. Luckily, I found a friend, who showed me around this place called New York City for the first time.
As we journeyed through this crazy new place, I rode on an underground train, walked past a lake hidden between huge buildings, saw this place and that place, and found a cute café.
Eventually, somehow we ended up in Paris at the Arc de Triumph, or at least that’s what I thought. After that, the street told me to stop, so I did in the road, accidentally took a wrong turn into a wall (this wasn’t Harry Potter), I played a murdered victim on NYC Blues, hid from pigeons in a fountain, enjoyed oysters and shots, saw these things called tiles, then saw a historic fan the Stonewall Inn, had a very thin pie, vogued at Cubby Hole, danced in the streets, shared fabulous wine with new friends, saw the avengers battle site, at more oysters at Grand Central oyster bar.
All in all, even though I didn’t find Kansas. Getting on the wrong train leads to one of the best 2 days exploring with a great friend and creating memories I’ll never forget.