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Back in N.Y.

Back in N.Y. - Mavis Ashton

Oh, New York, how much I missed you! It’s been more than a decade since I walked on these streets filled with people from all corners of the Earth. So many times I wished to return but I never did. I miss this city that never sleeps, where dreams come true or hit the gutter faster than anywhere else in the world.

Last time I was here, it was for during last days of my honeymoon tour which started in Vancouver and took me all the way to the East coast. We spent a whole month on the road, visiting amazing places, meeting incredible people. It was an adventure.

As soon as my bestie mentioned she was was planning to travel to New York, I knew that I had to go with her. Joining her, was a great idea. While she is planning stakeholder engagement activities New York with her partners, I have the day all for myself. 

Today I spent six hours walking up and down in Manhattan. I loved it. My feet were killing me but I did not stop. I felt like I needed to continue my stroll, immerse myself into the endless torrent of people flowing in all directions. Only towards three o’clock I stopped to have a late lunch. My stomach started to bother me. 

I entered the first Indian restaurant I found on my way. It turned out to have been an inspired choice. The food was delicious and the service was great. Not to mention that I paid only eight bucks. I would dare to say that was pretty cheap for a full meal in the big apple city.

On the way back to the hotel, I found some cool souvenirs and giveaways for my colleagues and my daughters. I knew that they would appreciate a small token from N.Y.

While I was crossing the hotel’s lobby, I heard someone calling my name. It was not my friend’s voice. It was a man’s voice. I turned my head to see if he was calling me or addressing to someone else. 

On the other end of the lobby, there was a man in his early fifties, elegantly dressed, with a small carry on next to him. Although he looked familiar, I was not sure who he was. I could not remember his name. He looked at me, smiled and walked in my direction. It took only a fraction of a second to see that he was actually waiting for somebody else. A woman passed me and threw herself into his arms.


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