So I met my ex-co-worker at the guesthouse where he’s staying - he looks so boyish without his suit - and we ran all around this little island (or the southern part of it) in the cold. And it was fun times showing off the place I’m absurdly fortunate to be from.
We went to Wall Street, walked over to ground zero, walked part of the way across the brooklyn bridge, popped up to washington square, walked to union square, chuckled as we walked through Koreatown - he said he misses kimchi already - then back to his guesthouse, where his cousin was too jetlagged to wake up and join us, so we left again.
I treated him to a Bayou Beast at Two Boots - none of that bullshit Korean pizza - then we decided to save the money on the ESB (I’ll return to it someday!) and went to my dad’s roof for the view. Walked to Strawberry fields, across central park, and parted ways at the Apple Store, which is amusing to me.
He seemed charmed by everything he saw, and it was nice to share a bit of my city with him. He and his cousin are running around themselves tomorrow and weds, then crashing with me thursday night (no NBC quoting that night, though I will be watching the shows with him) before they run all the way back to Daegu Friday. Whirlwind.
But yeah, yet another day I’m glad to be a New Yorker, as I have one of the world’s greatest gifts to share with others.