|Davao giant meets NYC titan|
SEEING the world and being on the road for too long may not entirely mean you’re on a vacation. Most especially if you have to keep an eye on the contents of your pocket. Sure, you’re in the company of your best friend, the reliable plastic. Sure, you may live in a fancy hotel, but being in the Big Apple entails a great deal of responsibility. You have to be chic and fashionable, at least I have to be, or I try to be.
But you don’t have to play dress up like me. Personally, I didn’t wait this long to tread the streets of Upper Manhattan on trainers (unless I would go jogging around Central Park, which was out of the question in the dead of winter). There is a dependable pair (in the style and comfort department) in my arsenal of footwear to keep going all day long. The winter clothes, though weighing heavy on the luggage, have to be Uptown chic in black, maybe a hint of color somewhere to break the monotony of the dark hue. That’s what I should be bringing (and brought), so say my localized friends. I trust them.
Opening the temporary closet and staring at the contents is like going through a color-coded section of a men’s boutique. The color? Need you ask? It’s just a matter of mixing and matching the pieces to create a whole new look. And off I go to enjoy my daily bite of the Big Apple.
From Union Square, Jenny GA (not Giorgio Armani but equally fashionable in her signature red lipstick) wandered about the District and came across another of NYC’s landmark (designated as such in 1966, was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1979, and designated as a National Historic Landmark in 1989. Talk about credentials.) She pointed out the unique building formation and said, “I’ll take your picture with that building.”
And so, I stood by the tall structure doing what every tourist must do, posing and documenting the visit in this part of the grand city, one important thing popped to mind. The Flat iron reminded me that I needed to have to do an important chore- laundry! The NYC trousseau has to find its way to the washer, dryer and the dreaded ironing board. Now tell me that wasn’t a monumental task for anyone away from home?
Published in the Sun.Star Davao newspaper on May 05, 2011.