A weekend to remember in New York
I was just a child when I fell head over heels for New York City.
During a spring break trip with my mom to visit my big sister, Gina, who was attending college there, I could immediately see what all the fuss was about.
The lights. The taxis. The buildings. The crowds.
It was even better than it had been in my imagination.
By the end of a week that had brought me a fan-girl appreciation for white pizza and my first brush with a famous person (Rosie O’Donnell, for what it’s worth), I was madly and hopelessly in love with the Big Apple.
Gina never left New York, so over the past 25 years, I’ve had a range of experiences there, from all-nighters in the East Village to somber post-9/11 walks past Ground Zero to loud, Babybjorn-clad trips to the American Museum of Natural History.
If you, too, have fallen in love with New York, then you already know — it’s magic.