City of Tides

I’ve arrived. Spent last night in a hostel in Brooklyn. Sleeping in a comfy bed was really great; I got no sleep in my red eye flight from SeaTac.

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: everything is huge; everything is open late, so it’s really accommodating for night owls like me; the subways are confusing, but I think I’m starting to get the hang of them.

For my first day in the city, I ate breakfast at a little joint around the corner. Then I did the tourist thing and explored Times Square, Rockefeller Plaza, Grand Central Station. Today my mission was to find a comfortable, quiet, quirky, writing-friendly coffee shop like the ones I frequented back in Bellingham. I’m happy to say I found one. I’m writing this post in the Flying Saucer Cafe, where the baristas are friendly and the atmosphere is peaceful and inviting. I’m a huge fan of the cut-out comics pasted on the supports. Plus Ziggy Stardust is playing right now, so I’m pretty sure I found my new home away from home.

Now to find a bite to eat and then off to Central Park.