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Intrepid

For my wanderers, who love to explore the world far and wide, from their familiar hometowns to wondrous foreign lands.

May 16, 2019

11:30 a.m.

A new 62 bus pulls up to the stop. I’m excited to get in this new blue and yellow bus (the old ones were primarily white and black).

11:40 a.m.

Turns out, the new buses are basically the same, except for there will be an option to swipe into the bus using your phone soon, not just your MTA card.

12:03 p.m.

The ferry departs St. George. It’s 60 degrees outside with blue skies, so it should be a good ride. I sit on t...

February 24, 2019

11:04 a.m.
The ferry pulls out of the port to narrowly avoid a tanker accompanied by what seem to be two small Coast Guard boats.

The ferry isn’t packed this morning like it is most mornings, probably because it’s a Saturday. But interestingly, there don’t seem to be many tourists on the ferry this morning either. Maybe they’ve already seems Lady Liberty or maybe they’re taking their sweet time to get to her on this clear, pl...

January 19, 2019

In no other world does cheesecake seem to go with theatre. But in New York? That combination’s a no-brainer.

“Why?” you may ask. Because Junior’s Cheesecake is right by Broadway, something I discovered recently while getting lost searching for Studio 54, the theatre that was, until January 13, the residence of The Lifespan of a Fact starring Daniel Radcliffe, Cherry Jones and Bobby Cannavale.

Now, if you don’t know what Junior’s...

December 2, 2018

Ever since I arrived in New York, I’ve been wandering around wondering where all the good food is. I expected a lot from New York’s food scene. But I’ve been disappointed all three times I’ve visited the city because the good food was just that. Good. Not exciting or interesting or innovative. It was just good. But in a city like New York, “good” feels average when it comes to what food can be, and what food is heralded as bei...

December 31, 2017

At this time last week, I was in Scotland. And now, I can’t breathe and I can’t sleep.

This day last week, I was having an adventure.

Shelby and I woke up at 8 a.m. and were out the door by 8:30. We walked around looking to purchase some souvenirs for our families from the shops on the Royal Mile. Trouble is, shops on the Royal Mile don’t open until 10 or 10:30 on Sundays. So we ventured down a side street to look at some mediev...

December 31, 2017

Scotland is a dreamer’s paradise. What with the smooth lochs and foggy mountains and highland cows (read: heighlen coos). And well, London’s not. Shocking, I know. But let me tell you why.

Expectation is the ruiner of good things. Nothing ever meets our expectations, particularly when we set them too high. Going into this trip, I had all these expectations that London would be a flawless dream of a city, but I hadn’t expected t...

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