Goodbye New York
It was always going to be a day of farewells and (happy) endings. 31st of December was our last day in New York and we decided to leave with the best possible view in our memories. Because we are both creatures of habit, once again the day started with bagels and a wonderfully perfect flat white from Stumptown. Good cup of coffee used to be something I could not have imagined my morning without. A big bonus of flying west is that mornings are your best time of the day. Even after over 7 days in the States, I still would wake up around 5 and enjoy my early morning, watching the city come to life through a window. Around 7 we would leave our hotel and walk 2 blocks to Stumptown. On this last day I treated this as a ritual. I took it slowly, took my time to take pictures and enjoyed the frosty air. One “the usual for you guys?” breakfast order later, we were on our way to the Rockefeller Centre to …