Good Bye New York :(

On the flight from New York To Portland

Ok so I know I might have made a lot of noise about going to New York so you guys might have thought I was actually going to live there. No!! I was just passing/connecting through,but my Husband decided for us to spend the night so I could at least see a bit of this awesome(You cant be in America and not use this word) city. In my heart I wished I was living in one of those luxury apartments in Manhattan, but that was not to be.

With today being my last day, we quickly had breakfast, and decided to go for another stroll in the city.I put on my new knee high boots(first time wearing boots), wore my jacket, and of course I had to wear gloves and as I looked into the mirror, I liked what I saw. I could pass for any real New Yorker. I told my self that no one would guess I just got into the country only a day ago.
First we headed down to the souvenirs stores. You know those stores that sell 'I heart New York' stuff, I wanted to get at least a T shirt, a cap, anything actually and I ended up getting a Mug. We then moved on to no where in particular other parts of the city.
 Where I come from, on a Sunday all you see are people in church attires, either in cars or waiting for taxies to convey them to church. But definitely not NY,I saw all kinds of people on the streets, from beggars with interesting placards, Chinese Tourists with their cameras ready to snap, young people dressed like they were going to a party, and street trucks selling all kinds of peanuts food. Yes about the peanuts( We call it groundnuts in Ghana), they had all kinds going on in there, from caramelized, to salted, to regular roasted, to Habanero(pepper) flavored, to chocolate colored peanuts the list was endless. In America there are options, and I got a first hand of this with just the food carts.
So it was almost 1 00pm,and since my flight was only a few hours away, we decided to quickly grab lunch, and Hubby being the Indian food lover that he is, asked that we go try out Indian Cuisine. I wasn't too excited though, because I had been served Indian food all the way on the flight from Dubai to New York. I wanted to try something different, like pizza(lol) but hubby really didn't want to have that for Lunch. So Indian food it was.
With the help of yelp(an app that helps you find businesses nearby), we located an Indian restaurant.  I had my first Accent barrier from that Indian Restaurant. My husband handled the ordering of the food since I wasn't too familiar with Indian Cuisine, however when the waiter asked me what I wanted to drink, and I said "coke with lime", it seemed like he could not understand me, so he made me repeat my words twice. Little did  I know that this was going to happen to me regularly as I began me new life in America