GSB Springbreak Part III
after limping back into nyc, i found myself sitting outside of D's apt, sitting on the steps, reading my book. after minutes of seeing him, i met N and C as well, both of whom were iv staffers in berkeley. that night, we headed out to the good friday service at columbia, giving me the chance to see D in action. what a social butterfly! (okay, as if i didn't know already). it's amazing how he can jump from group to group with that charisma, that enthusiasm, holding that sincere and genuine smile of his. after hearing tim keller speak, the life applications put some focus back into my life as well. in an attempt to see the new york nightlife, we've failed miserably--it being a very unique friday for many, especially after 9/11.
i had half a saturday left. i think i got lucky because the usually-over-domineering-M decided to follow with whatever last minute ny highlights i wished to accomplish. joy! we grabbed a bagel sandwich down the street and caught up with a lot of random tidbits of everyday life. other than ODing on desserts the past several days, i think our next stop was my highlight of ny--FAO! wow. of course, i was a tourist, taking pictures with the big bear and a dressed up toy-soldier out in the front entrance. my eyes sparkled with excitement as i walked in. maybe rather annoyingly childish to my overly-serious friend M, i still managed to shoo the little kids away from my (okay, so eventually, but not now) $300 patrick to take a picture. shesh, i couldn't even lift him up. our next stop was the Met. funny thing was, we probably spent more time at FAO. haha. i had hoped to grab ice cream on our way to the Met, but i really only had a little less than two hours to run through it.
with very little time, i found myself standing in the middle of each room, making 360 turns and catching only glimpses of each painting. the techniques, the lighting, the perspectives...all of which i've studied extensively back in school was neglected. but that one caught my eye...seeing it from that angle made me feel like i was there....but really, it looked SO familiar. why's that? i thought to myself. i walked closer to the painting, and without even reading the title of the painting, i knew where it was: the interior of St. Peter's in Rome--Vatican to be exact. how real the painting was in depicting the cathedral, minus the altar, the chairs, the guards. i remember it was about four years ago when i walked through the high-arched ceilings, completely astonished by the magnificent architecture while attending mass with Pope Juan Paolo II. those europe days...makes me wanna go again.
speed-walking back to pick up my stuff with a sore ankle did not affect me one bit, since i knew i should inhale every last minute of nyc before leaving. exploring the world on my own creates prolific episodes of bonnyth introspections. some retreat to their quiet corners, some party hardy with their friends, some exercise intensively to work off the everyday stress....for me, i travel. as st. augustine once said, one who does not travel only reads one page.
after limping back into nyc, i found myself sitting outside of D's apt, sitting on the steps, reading my book. after minutes of seeing him, i met N and C as well, both of whom were iv staffers in berkeley. that night, we headed out to the good friday service at columbia, giving me the chance to see D in action. what a social butterfly! (okay, as if i didn't know already). it's amazing how he can jump from group to group with that charisma, that enthusiasm, holding that sincere and genuine smile of his. after hearing tim keller speak, the life applications put some focus back into my life as well. in an attempt to see the new york nightlife, we've failed miserably--it being a very unique friday for many, especially after 9/11.
i had half a saturday left. i think i got lucky because the usually-over-domineering-M decided to follow with whatever last minute ny highlights i wished to accomplish. joy! we grabbed a bagel sandwich down the street and caught up with a lot of random tidbits of everyday life. other than ODing on desserts the past several days, i think our next stop was my highlight of ny--FAO! wow. of course, i was a tourist, taking pictures with the big bear and a dressed up toy-soldier out in the front entrance. my eyes sparkled with excitement as i walked in. maybe rather annoyingly childish to my overly-serious friend M, i still managed to shoo the little kids away from my (okay, so eventually, but not now) $300 patrick to take a picture. shesh, i couldn't even lift him up. our next stop was the Met. funny thing was, we probably spent more time at FAO. haha. i had hoped to grab ice cream on our way to the Met, but i really only had a little less than two hours to run through it.
with very little time, i found myself standing in the middle of each room, making 360 turns and catching only glimpses of each painting. the techniques, the lighting, the perspectives...all of which i've studied extensively back in school was neglected. but that one caught my eye...seeing it from that angle made me feel like i was there....but really, it looked SO familiar. why's that? i thought to myself. i walked closer to the painting, and without even reading the title of the painting, i knew where it was: the interior of St. Peter's in Rome--Vatican to be exact. how real the painting was in depicting the cathedral, minus the altar, the chairs, the guards. i remember it was about four years ago when i walked through the high-arched ceilings, completely astonished by the magnificent architecture while attending mass with Pope Juan Paolo II. those europe days...makes me wanna go again.
speed-walking back to pick up my stuff with a sore ankle did not affect me one bit, since i knew i should inhale every last minute of nyc before leaving. exploring the world on my own creates prolific episodes of bonnyth introspections. some retreat to their quiet corners, some party hardy with their friends, some exercise intensively to work off the everyday stress....for me, i travel. as st. augustine once said, one who does not travel only reads one page.
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