I’m still in withdrawal after leaving NYC. Yes, it was a lot of walking. Yes, it was a lot of people. And yes, my shoes did occasionally stick to the subway floor, but something about it makes it hard to leave. I can put up with a little stickiness in exchange for choice, creativity, individualism, and anonymity (oh, and some of the best tacos I have ever eaten thanks to Korean Seoul in Brooklyn!). Big thanks to my brother, the most important part of the trip, for giving up his apartment and giving us a real taste of a city life. We had a blast . . . but maybe a little too much pizza. Here’s a last glimpse of some of my favorite spots:
