Last week I spent 24 hours in New York City, only my second time visiting the Big Apple. It was a whirlwind trip, a Christmas gift from Grandpa Letter to the granddaughters to see The Rockettes perform at Radio City Music Hall. As one of the two moms, I was just along for the ride.
I constantly joke with my family that I’m a city girl at heart. Oh, how I love the hustle and bustle of a thriving metropolis! I get caught up in the energy of people going this way and that; there’s a unique feeling of being alive in the crowds of people as they go about their daily business.
Now some of you may be shaking your head at the absurdity of my joy and that’s ok. Not everyone thrives in densely populated areas and there’s no judgement whatsoever if your happy place is far, far away from lights, people, and noise. Rock on in your solitude! For me, the city is the place to be.
One of the stereotypes I’ve always heard is how rude people are in the city. Horns honking, people yelling, nobody taking time to acknowledge anyone else. If you are a small town girl such as myself, you might be inclined to agree; after all, the busy city life is a far cry from driving through the streets near your home, waving at people you know.
But I’ve never been one for stereotypes, so they don’t matter much to me.
I love New York City!
I made it my mission to break the stereotypes for the short amount of time I was there. As many of you city-goers know, traveling by car can be a bit of a nightmare, so alternative forms of transportation are a must. We did a little bit of everything on our trip. We drove from Virginia to New Jersey. We traveled by train to Penn Station. We took an Uber from our hotel to the heart of the city and walked, walked, walked for miles in between.
One of my favorite things about this trip was chatting it up with our Uber drivers as they navigated through crowds where buses, taxis, and even rickshaws battled for ownership of the crowded streets. I was mesmerized by their expert navigation skills and intrigued at the stories they could share.
I learned their names.
I asked about their profession.
I inquired about their families.
I made the effort to learn about them, because everyone has a story to share!
Today, I have the pleasure of introducing these kind-hearted people to you!
|Jared, our 1st Uber driver in NYC|
|Jagdeo, our 2nd Uber driver from Guyana|
|Vadim, our 3rd Uber driver who trained us in all things Uber|
|Kevin, our 4th Uber driver whose smile could light up a room!|