I used to be a much more sophisticated traveler. I used to think nothing of going to Europe for a weekend or a month.
Now I go to California because I’m in love with the vastness, the unknown, the noirish quality I find from having read too many mystery books set there.
Frankly Europe’s become too expensive for me right now, and I know the east coast like the back of my hand
I realize that there’s a great heartland in between coasts but I need the ocean. I live for the ocean. It calms me down and makes me appreciate everything in life.
I used to be a beach snob but a couple of years ago I wandered into Sheepshead Bay and walked to Brighton Beach then Coney Island.
I fell in love with Brighton’s Russian quality. Women with flab hanging out of their bikinis–okay that wasn’t a high point.
But it’s just a subway ride away, and on those days when its too cumbersome to go to Long Island or somewhere else, it’s perfect.
I shouldn’t have qualified that. It’s like a trip to another world; the boardwalk and streets are bustling. It has some of New York’s best and (to me) weirdest night life. The night clubs are perfect Russian–lots of vodka, lots of toasts–have no idea what they’re saying but who cares. People dress up. Women wear very expensive designer gowns as a matter of course. It’s like being transported across worlds.
I have Russian friends so I go along for the ride. It’s a New York and a life style unlike any other part of the city.
I also bring out of town visitors there if they know New York and want to see something really different. They love going to the beach during the day, and the night life.
It did take my friend and I nine hours to get home after the black out, but that’s a whole other story. In retrospect it was fun.
What part of your city, town, area, do you take people to that’s not on the usual tourist beat?