Dana and I arrived at New York Loft Hostel after dark.
As we climbed the stairs and exited the subway station, we were greeted by the most surreal landscape. Industrial buildings up to their ankles in snow, cars completely covered, save for their little side-view mirrors poking out haphazardly. We trudged through the snow to the hostel, checked in, once again, ditched our bags in the room, stripped off our wet layers, and went downstairs to find something to eat.
For Bene (she has specifically requested pictures of our accommodation)
We approached the dishevelled and sleepy looking guy sitting behind the front desk. Dana enquired, “Where can we get good pizza around here?” After speaking with him, we were directed to a restaurant around the corner named, ‘Roberta’s’.
We trudged back through the snow, and to be honest, actually walked past the entrance to the restaurant a couple of times before spotting it through the haze on the other side of the street we were attempting to navigate through squinted eyes. The snow was blowing furiously all around.
And the food was well worth the wait. This place is SO cool. We had: a glass of red wine, shared a cheese platter, had pizza, drank beer from a mason jar, and shared a freshly-made whisky egg nog. Ohmansofull. Neverwanttoeatagainever.
After our feast we braved the storm, which had by now increased even more in ferocity, and went back to our room.
I again, had the top bunk. I spent some time going through and deleting and editing photos of our adventure thus far, before drifting off to sleep, the laptop laying next to my body. If it were softer or a less awkward shape, I’m sure I would have woken up later during the night to find that I was cuddling it, like I often find Dana at home, sound asleep, gently cradling his guitar.