2026 April 20 NYC #3

 I have never seen so many French people outside of France. Bloody metropoles with their mushmouthed loquaciousness.  More complicated vocabularies that I'm used to, which is a me problem.

Working from 8:30 to noon to finish the notes I didn't get done on the train.  Switched with someone so they could sit together and got a seat with out a tray table.  Probably wouldn't have finished anyways but didn't help.  

The computer is a black hole.  Finally made it out of the hostel at 2PM and up to Washington Heights, Lights up on Washington Heights - ((The Lin-Manuel Miranda of it all is not lost on me.))  Climbed the mountain - okay, a hill, but it was TALL and I have been walking up lots and lots of steps for DAYS.  Woman I met on the way down says people lose an average of 10-15# when they move to New York.  I can see why.

Aside - in the subway yesterday there were three doughy looking white people who were so clearly "NOT FROM AROUND HERE" bless their hearts. getting out of their comfort zones, but they would die if they lived here, or, they'd get less doughy.  Soapbox: Personal responsibility is BS, we need social policy. 

Cloisters:





Sitting in the medieval lobby of the Cloisters - trying to find something to pick up for dinner.  The guard had a sound and a look - so I asked him if he lived in the neighborhood.  Why yes, indeed he did.  Looking at food options this morning I discovered churrasco - Dominican version of schwiya for my Central African Peace Corp peeps, although not goat, no open fire, and less salt.  Exactly the same! Anyhow, churrasco got me thinking of chimichurri sauce - which I was introduced to by two lovely gringos at the Gloucester Daffodil Festival.  (I have a jar at home and will edit in their information later.)


The local expert recommended Mamajuana's Cafe - which for Virginia folks is sort of like Juan's.  Couple of locations, not a hole in the wall but not a chain.  Don't know if there is a Juana like there's a Juan. 

Sides were beans and rice - neither of which interested me.  Thanks to the women I work with who have dragged me to Sabor Latino on the regular, I know the difference between a maduro and a to stone - as long as I have looked at it recently.


Bought Avocados and mangos from the fruit guy outside the Dykman/Nagle stop of the...wait for it...ONE train.  Took the A part of the way up there - that stop is closer but the HILL.




Was Going Downtown tonight. Actually had to chant trains. Not the first time I’ve ridden something other than that the 1, but the first time I HAD to.   I have hit the wall.  Going to eat supper #2 and go to bed.



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