How do you live a full life?
Right now, this means trusting my instincts. It's filling my ears with familiar songs and walking unknown streets. It's being surrounded by people and feeling alone, but forever free.
It's the way the pages feel while I'm reading on the subway. Relishing the words and the story that are so vivid in my lap, and completely gone once I look up. It's the ache for some of it to be real, and the sadness knowing it never will.
It's the air and light that fill my lungs as I climb the stairs above ground. Each and every time. Once surfaced, it's nothing special. But it's the act of coming up for air, again and again, and having those moments, however brief.
It's knowing where to go without knowing where it'll lead me. And having peace whichever way.
My new favorite restaurant and my new favorite food in my new favorite neighborhood. Arepas are where it's at.
I didn't know what arepas were until Joanna introduced us to Caracas. If you're unfamiliar, I'd describe them best as little Venezuelan sandwiches with corn-buns (gluten free!). They come in a ton of different combinations but my favorite so far are any that include avocado and plantains.
The perfect little meal.
My favorite way to find new places is through the recommendation of friends. After just arriving in Williamsburg, I wrote to Nicole asking for advice about local eateries and Bakeri was one of the cafes I happened to visit from her list.
The tiny bakery is tucked away in a street off Bedford, the main road. There isn't much room inside and upon entering, I realized it wouldn't have the same charm if it had been any bigger. There's one large communal table and a little hodge podge of tiny tables by the window. There are vintage relics throughout and all the plates are mismatched (my favorite).
Beyond all of this charm, I ordered a strawberry, pastry creme, and lavender galette which tasted exactly as it sounds: like Spring. I didn't have quite enough time to sit and enjoy everything as much as I'd wanted (it's like I'm always late), but it wasn't a terrible way to start the day.
Brooklyn was a side of New York I didn't expect. In Williamsburg there were hardly any taxis, tourists only here and there, and throughout the day it was easy to find quiet.
My room had big, wide-stretching windows so I always woke up with the sun.
After spending most of the day in Manhattan, everything just felt slower here. I found my new favorite restaurant, we spent the last night singing in the streets, and upon looking across the East River, the city felt worlds away.