Post Trip & NYC

I’d never driven into the city before. I was a little nervous, but Ben agreed to play everything out - he’d lived there for four years. I wasn’t sure if he’d driven at all during those four years, and I didn’t want to ask.

Ben had predicted that we’d arrive at his destination - Maria’s cozy little bungalow outside of LaGuardia Airport - without hitting much downtown traffic. Yet, somehow, we wound up in midtown Manhattan. Right in the middle of it all.

“I don’t know how this happened… I thought it was taking us across another bridge,” Ben told me.

“Well, since we’re here, take some pictures,” I told him. “Get a few of these buildings through the glass roof…”