Holiday Happenings in NYC
I think New York is always a good idea. The fact that I have never been there during the holiday season is beyond me. Now that I have, I don’t know how I’ll ever not kick off the season with a visit. Hello, Christmas Spirit!
I totally invited myself on my best friend’s trip that she had planned with her husband. Thankfully, they were ok entertaining a third wheel and the hubs gave me a green light, taking over the parenting department for the weekend. And let’s be honest, you get a green light on an adult weekend away, you book your ticket immediately!
We had 48 hours in the city and we certainly made the most of it. Tickets to see The Radio City Rockettes were purchased mid-flight for the same night and boy, oh boy, did they get the party started! Spectacular describes the show perfectly. The precision and grandeur of this 85-year-old production cannot be ignored. It’s iconic “Parade of the Wooden Soldiers” was of course a favorite, perfected and nearly unchanged since the show’s beginning.
Sunday started with a belly full of Chinese food, followed by a stroll along 5th Avenue. The retailers dressed up for the holidays are truly something special. I took a few snaps of Bergdorf’s windows but couldn’t justify posting them because they are just too beautiful not to see in person. Put it on your list, should not be missed. Saks was unassuming in the daylight, but a trip by in the evening was dazzling. I loved the changing lights synced up to Christmas tunes, and shamelessly sang along out-loud.
St. Patrick’s Cathedral stopped me in my tracks. It’s ornately built exterior is breathtaking among the city’s sky-scraping buildings. These little surprises are part of what makes NYC so enchanting to me.
Another item on our Yuletide check-list was ice skating. Since we found ourselves at Central Park, we decided to check the lines. I’m not sure if it was the Trump-sponsored signs (literally) everywhere or his tower looming overhead, but the ice rink in the park wasn’t going to be our spot. I took a few snaps avoiding all the branding, and despite my broken heart, the pictures remind me of the magic that lives there.
We rounded out our only full day in the city with a trip to Rockefeller Center to see the tree lit up. We wandered some more, and ran into a stunning view of the Western side of Grand Central Terminal, a view not seen for the last century. We ate, we drank, we laughed. I hit my pillow with a full heart that night. These moments with my favorites are fewer than I’d like, but I cherish every minute. In country full of people I’m afraid I don’t understand, these are the ones I choose to raise a glass with and let all the rest fade to black.
Monday we got in our laps at Bryant Park’s rink (OMG, ice-skating is way harder than I remember) and browsed the Christmas Markets. I sought out a Chimney Cake and enjoyed every bit of it’s ooey-gooey Nutella center.
I said goodbye to great friends and an amazing city and headed home to my boys, ready to conquer this season with holiday cheer.
Thank you, NYC!