Through more-or-less pure chance, I’ve been to New York city twice in as many months this Spring. My most recent trip, which I signed up for back in January, was through the University of Maine Augusta, where I take a couple classes each year. I didn’t know anyone on the trip, which was great, as it gave me the opportunity to meet some new and interesting people, as well as explore much of the city on my own. The trip was also a very good deal at less than $300, which included a bus ride down and back, 4 nights in a hotel on the Upper West Side, a Broadway show, and and a day ticket to the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Of course, I took lots of pictures, the best of which can be found on Flickr:
Photographs from my trip.
Here are some of the things I did while I was down there:
Wednesday
The bus left Augusta at around 8:30, and took about 8 hours to get to the hotel due to heavy traffic encountered as we entered the city.
After checking and dropping my stuff off in the room I would be staying in, I met out with some people I met on the bus and some other people in the group in the hotel lobby. We all decided that a trip down to Times Square for a walk around was in order. They city is definitely more spectacular at night, especially in Times Square, Rockefeller center, and anywhere else there is bright lights.

Thursday
Thursday was a solo day in the city, which was nice. In the morning, I took the Subway to Brooklyn for the NY Photo Festival (I’ll have an entry focusing on this in the next couple days). After that I got some lunch and ate it in Brooklyn Bridge Park, between the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridge.
After that I took the subway back up to Time Square, where I stopped off for a bear and spent a few minutes going over my notes from the photo festival. After that I walked over to 5th Avenue, then up 5th Avenue past some of the most expensive places to shop on the face of the Earth. I continued up 5th Avenue, along Central Park, before cutting across back towards the hotel.
The Park was beautiful. The leaves were out and it was a warm sunny day. I walked passed people rowing in the pond and walked along some winding pathways. Eventually I made it back to the streets, and walked the 5 or so blocks back to the hotel, where I met up with some people to head out to dinner with.

I’m very greatful that these individuals (Jon, Rachel and Sarah) were all open to the idea of having Indian food. I love Indian Food! We went up to Amsterdam Avenue where I had spotted a nice looking Indian restaurant the night before. After eating we headed across the street to bar that just so happened to have 50 cent beers that night. Needless to say, I stocked up, as beer is about $5 or more per glass or bottle in the City.
Friday
This was the lest fun of all the days. It was pouring rain, windy, and I walked around for about 5 hours outside in this mess. I rode up to the Bronx zoo with some other people to got to the Zoo. When we got there it was pouring rain, so I opted to head back to Manhattan to see if I could get into the Guggenheim.
When I got to the Guggenheim, there was a line around the block to get in. Being the impatient individual that I am, I kept walking to see if I could get into the International Photography Institute, which according to my map was 2 blocks up 5th Avenue. After walking in circles not being able to find it, I finally asked a door man where it was; It had moved to 42nd street.
Frustrated, but not deterred, I decided to walk across Central Park and head back towards to hotel to eat some lunch and re-group. By the time I got back, I wasn’t felling so hot, so I ate my sandwich and took a quick nap. I got a cold (which I’ve seen to have shaken today), so that sapped my energy for the rest of the trip, though by no means did it put me out.
After the nap I headed down to the Financial District to hit up Century 21 and see if I could grab a nice shirt for the Broadway show. The Broadway show that night was great, though my cold and lack of sleep were definitely taking their toll at this point. I crashed as soon as we got back to the hotel.
Saturday
By Saturday morning the weather had turned nice once again, and it was our day to got to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Since it was such a nice day out I felt it would be wise to not spend the day indoors, but do some more walking around the city. The hour or so I spent at the museum was rewarding. I took the “Museum highlights” tour, which allowed me to view several works of art while having them described in detail by one of the Museum’s curators.
Walking around the Museum was a surreal experience. We walked through many rooms, and every time I looks over my shoulder I saw a famous painting or sculpture that I had seen somewhere, sometime before. There they were, right there. If it had been a rainy, miserable day like Friday had been, I certainly would have spent most of my day here.
Before leaving the museum, I met up with a couple who were interested in doing some more City exploring, which is what we did. We went further up 5th Avenue, then back into Central Park. The Park was much more crowded then it had been on Thursday. After a quick stop at the hotel, hopped on the train and headed down to the Village. We walked through the Village, making our way to Little Italy, where we planned to have dinner.
Once we arrived in Little Italy, the streets were blocked off for some kind of festival. There were tables on the side walks in front of all the restaurants. I got a beer and sat, watching people go by, while we waited for a couple other people to catch up with us.
We finally made our way into the back of one of the many Italian restaurants. Fuck the Olive Garden; this was the real deal. Our waiter was Italian, with a thick accent, and we were surrounded by tables full of Italian families. Two men came buy with a guitar and a violin and serenaded our table with song. To be honest, this was the first time the entire trip where I really felt like a tourist, but nonetheless it was a highlight of the trip.
After dinner we back-tracked through the village back to the subway system. There were a lot of gallery openings and other various parties. I looked in the windows and saw people in very dapper attire, sipping wine, apparently enjoying themselves very much. The streets were also very crowded.

We took the subway back as far as Lincoln Center, where we walked around for a bit. Unfortunately they were doing construction, so the fountain and lights were not visible. After that, we walked the 10 blocks back to the hotel. At this point I was both exhausted feeling the extra fatigue of my cold. My brain was mush. I went to bed.
Saturday
Saturday I slept late. Although it was the last day in the City, I was burnt out due to the cold I caught. I woke up, packed all my stuff, had something to eat, and took one final walk around the City near the hotel.
Although I had a great time, I was happy to get back on the bus and head back to Maine. I was impatient to get back, and exhausted, and I ended up sleeping most of the way back. I got back to my apartment around 9:00 and immediately went to bed in preparation for work the next day.
It was a great trip, which I’m still digesting now a week after it started> new York is an amazing City, and now that I’ve experienced it a couple times and realize what it has to offer, I hope I can keep going back.