It was May of 2005 and I was with my girlfriend in the United States to attend my brother’s wedding, which was in Chicago. Before heading off to Chicago, though, we spent four days in New York City—each moment more enjoyable than the next. However, one of the more unforgettable evenings was when we took the subway to the High St. station in Brooklyn. We got out of the subway and walked through a rather bleak environment, but boy what a view was waiting for us!
On the pier, just below the Brooklyn Bridge, we could see the whole Lower Manhattan skyline just as the sun was setting. I can still remember the sky turning pink and gold…the city seemed like it was miles away! But the best was yet to come. We went to nearby River Cafe, a beautiful place just below Brooklyn. We sat right by the East River, watching the last rays of sun disappear, and enjoying gorgeous margaritas.
Unfortunately, our time was running out so we headed back to Manhattan. Instead of taking the subway, we just walked over the Brooklyn Bridge, enjoying yet another face of Manhattan, the one of the office buildings all lit up. That’s when I realized I really loved New York City.
