I was able to accomplish a portion of my plans yesterday. By the goodness of HopStop.com, I was able to make it to the Harney and Sons Soho tea shop. I wonder how I survived the streets of Manhattan before HopStop existed. I’m totally fine with the numbered streets, but I’m at a loss when the numbered streets end and the named ones begin. My husband often asks (aloud!) how I survive logistically. My answer: “With the help of my angels and the assistance of kind strangers who take pity on my lost self.” Oh, and I can’t forget HopStop. Really, I just put in my starting and ending address and it tells me which train to use and the stop to get off the train. It also lets me know if I’m going in the right direction once I’m off the train, because it shares the next named street that I should reach if I’m going the right way. I have no affiliation with HopStop at all…except for the fact that they prevent me from standing in the middle of the block with a dazed look on my face asking random strangers for directions!
Anyway, I made it to Harney and Sons Soho and it was lovely. I could tell as soon as I peeked in the window, that I would get lost in there for a while…and I did. I spent so much time browsing in the shop that I never quite got around to going shoe shopping, my second planned event for the afternoon. There were so many beautiful tea-related things to look at and teas to choose from that I kept changing my mind regarding what I wanted to get. I really was like a little kid in a candy store. I wasn’t able to purchase the Paris tea set as planned, because it was only sold online. Instead, I bought some “Paris” tea a tea coaster, tea filters and some of the best honey that I have ever tasted in my life. That honey really was amazing. It reminded me of times eating fresh homemade biscuits with honey when I was a little girl. I must make some homemade biscuits soon so that my kids can enjoy that combination. Meanwhile, I’ll be using the honey in my “Paris tea”.
I finally dragged myself away from Harney and Sons so that I could get home to “my guys” in time for movie night. Surprise, surprise…I got lost on the way back to the train station. I walked way past Broadway until I was on West Broadway. Oh well, New Yorkers are sweet and one pointed me back in the right direction and I made it back to the proper subway. As I waited for the train, I was able to listen to a musician playing his instrument on the subway platform. I could never imagine myself doing that, but I give major props to those with the guts to do so! (Hmmm-that probably means that I need to relearn the flute and play it on the subway platform one day. That would be totally “outside of my box”…)
