I start my last full day in Brooklyn with a morning jog to Prospect Park. I felt I needed to offset some of my indulgence over the past few days.
The first leg of my journey was fine. There were even a couple of friendly/jeering shout-outs, as I was wearing my Arsenal jersey. Coming back was a different story.
I thought I mapped out my return leg in my head just fine. I’m going to blame it on moisture seeping from my brain due to the sunlight and 95F degrees (35C) heat. I got lost.
What I thought would be an easy 30-40 minute jog became a 1 hour 50 minute epic. I don’t regret the experience though.
It took me through some neighbourhoods I never would have seen. My hostel was located in a predominantly African-American, Caribbean and Dominican area. Not far north of there I discovered a huge Hasidic Jewish community. And for half a block shortly after, all I could hear on the streets was Spanish.
NYC really is the melting plot and I don’t think I’ve seen the half of it. Maybe 1/10th.
