Me panning the commercial district of Bay Ridge on Third Avenue. Many years ago, we ran the NYC Marathon starting in Staten Island, crossing the Verranzo Bridge and then on to the parallel 4th Avenue
We are back now after 2 days of travel and 6 days of exploring NYC, NJ and Philly. I've been
gone 37 out of the last 49 days and my house and yard reflect that. Currently I am waiting for
Shanna to call me. She has turned her phone off. They probably got in in the middle of the night
and are sleeping (after 11 am) but I worry after such a long trip with tired drivers. Update: She
did call. all is fine but they were on the road for 17h. Tessa needs to be fed every 2-3 hours and
the feedings take 1h. And it is 750 miles with 2 border crossings.
I didn't find time to run my usual distances on this trip but somehow I did find time to eat, too much
at that. Not a good combo. I am trying to make up for it now and went for a long run in the cool
air on the country road I like this morning.
On Wednesday, our last day of vacation, I did get up early to run in my brother's neighborhood
. As it was rush hour, I didn't want to stray too far. Unlike the sauna I had run in 2 days earlier
almost leading to my collapse, it was cool especially since I had just put my sweaty clothes in
a plastic bag forgetting to throw them in the wash.I ran near the Acela tracks, the fastest train
in the US, running between Washington DC and Boston. I heard a train whoosh by every 5
minutes. Lots of people in his neighborhood work in Manhattan and can get to midtown in 30
minutes. Hopefully one of these people will buy his house.
Once we thought the traffic cleared, back to Brooklyn. 48 miles by the odometer but it seems longer.Steve's sister's son had flown in from Seattle that morning, a red eye so he was plenty
groggy.
Brooklyn is full of neighborhoods full of different ethnic groups. Steve, from age eleven, lived
in Brighton Beach on the border of Coney Island. Brighton Beach was mainly Jewish but now
is full of Russians so the signs are in Cyrillic letters. I think most of the Russians are secular
Jews. His brother lives in a mainly Orthodox Jewish neighborhood, Midwood so no restaurants
are open on Saturday and they are either dairy or meat but not both. There are many Italian neighborhoods usually adjacent to the Jewish ones. While we were there, we ate in the
Gravesend, Bath Beach and Bensonhurst neighborhoods, the Italian neighborhoods. We
bought rainbow cookies at different bakeries that just happen to have rhyming names, one
on Avenue U and the other on Avenue X. One was excellent with plenty of marzipan in the
batter (I love almonds), the other no marzipan so I won't go to that one again. We also
bought tasty cannoli, very good, but the macaroons were dry and filled with coconut,
not the moist almondy ones from the North End in Boston that I love. Bay Ridge, where we
went on Wednesday for lunch, is a mix of lots of groups. Remember Saturday Night Fever?
We went to a Polish restaurant touted to be the best in NYC. It was very good but the food
was quite different than the Polish restaurants they have in Detroit. Maybe an Ukrainian
influence? I had tomato soup, which initially did not sound promising. Most of the soups had
the dreaded (to me) potatoes in them but this was a tasty mix of dill, sour cream, noodles
and tomatoes. Yum. Steve had sauerkraut soup, which contained pickles. Most people
had blintzes and loved them. I went for various flavors of pirogi, mushroom, sauerkraut
and cheese, with fried onions and sour cream. all bad for me but so tasty.
We spent the rest of the day chillaxin' at his brothers eating Italian sweets. They were all going
to see Wicked on Broadway, which would have been fun but a pain to arrange. Listening to
the traffic radio, we decided that there was no way we could go to Manhattan to leave
without becoming mired in traffic so we had to go on the expensive but convenient bridge
out stopping in North Jersey for food that Don'tae would not find so weird (he didn't want
to even try Polish food).
Then yesterday, our 11 hour trip home. Maya tolerated this ride better than coming here.
We stopped three times for her to run around. We went back a different way spending
more time in Jersey going along the Delaware River for miles. Very pretty.
Below are photos of Maya at a park near my brother-in-law's
I finally added most of the photos from my trip from the last 4 or 5 posts.
Waiting now for Shanna's family to come here.
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