I have had a few birthdays. I know the routine. Decade ones are extra effort all round. In-betweenies are much the same – great fun and special (give or take a few giggles here and a few less giggles there).
Bu I have never written this about any birthday:
“We didn’t speak the same language, but we did speak music. We did speak joy.”
BBB does. Even on her own very special day BBB connects with something that draws me in (and a big bunch of others!). So here is her birthday post. Why not see if she draws you in?
(as always, for reblogs, comments are closed here – BBB replies to every comment – no matter how many there are – thank you)
So yesterday was my birthday 🙂
And I’ll tell you what…if there’s one thing I took away from the day, aside from how special friends and loved ones are, it’s how infinitely beautiful and diverse the culture is in NYC.
Indulge me for a moment.
Yesterday was one of those days that literally goes on forever. I kid you not, I think I saw just about every walk of life in one afternoon.
My friend and I went to The Cloisters – which is a monastery-turned MET art gallery way up in Washington Heights, where we heard probably 5 different languages from the myriad of European tourists taking in our *culture.*
The rest of the day consisted of a walk through The Bronx, getting lost in Spanish Harlem, happy hour at a Puerto Rican bar in Harlem, dinner at an uppity/cross-fit/health nut/vegan place downtown in Greenwich Village, drinks at a…
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