This past weekend, new friends in attendance, I explored a bit of the city. We were blessed with a sunny New York weekend and there is no better way to take advantage of that then to spend it in the great outdoors. And in NYC this means Central Park!
As we strolled along the paths of the 843 acre park I couldn’t help but think of similar moments I’d had in France. One of my first weekends I was asked to join some friends for a Sunday afternoon in Dijon. We would go to the Parc de la Colombière and then a movie (movies were one of a few things open on a Sunday). I spent a nice afternoon walking and talking with my friends but at the time I remember it all feeling a bit strange. The concept of walking around a park with no real motive, dressed in normal clothes (not workout clothes) and just meandering around was foreign to me. My friends and family at home never did such a thing. I would go for a run or take a walk for exercise but would never call a friend to casually take a walk with me in jeans.
After some months, I adopted many French ideas and habits; taking walks on a Sunday afternoon being one of them. So when I came to NYC I was excited to see the trend transferred over and Central Park filled with both joggers and wanderers like myself 🙂