“Where are you? I hear birds,” asked my mother the other night while we were talking on What’s App. I told her it wasn’t birds, it was actually the nonstop beeping of the auto-rickshaws and other vehicles. Considering I was on the 17th floor of our apartment building and she could still hear it in New Jersey, you can imagine how loud it is when you’re actually on the road.
One of my favorite books growing up was the fabulous Linnea in Monet’s Garden, about a girl who traveled to Giverny, France and visited Monet’s house and gardens. I have been a huge Monet fan since childhood, when I dressed like what I thought an artist/poet looked like for a year of my life.
Just kidding, suitors, I still prefer diamonds. BUT, flowers definitely are pretty sometimes and in some places, like on the High Line, for example. I told you in my last post that I would be writing this post if everything went as planned, and it did, so here you go!
Warm-weather Erin is the best Erin, fo’ sho’. Spending time outside puts me in an amazing mood. I love eating at restaurants out on the porches/sidewalks, drinking on rooftops, eating outside on the pier at lunch, laying out in the park, and walking home the three miles from Tribeca to Hell’s Kitchen.
Lessons Aubrey and I learned at the New York Botanical Gardens last weekend: