Ten years ago today I married the love of my life on a beautiful autumn day that, of course, I remember as if it were yesterday. I had a guess that it would be the happiest day of my life (it was), but what I didn’t know is that happiness with Fernando would be greater the more years we were married (not less, as some would have us believe). Nor that I would love him more every day. Literally.
So today is a special day that we’ll celebrate in a special way. At afternoon we rented a car for a weekend getaway to the Hudson Valley, a beautiful area of postcard-perfect small towns – especially in the fall – an hour and a half from New York City. With Porthos, of course, that’s not even a question. We will celebrate this 10th anniversary as it deserves, the 3 of us together.
Autumn in New York is the name for a movie, for songs, books and for so many other cultural works and artistic creations. How could it not be: few places are as charming and inspiring as this city in fall. Which finally reopens its doors to tourism in November. I can’t wait for my family and friends to come visit, and how good it will be for this city to have back so many people passionate about New York. Who isn’t.
Although we are officially in fall the weather is still quite similar to summer, so we have to take advantage of it to make all the outdoor plans possible. The weekend a visit to the beautiful area of Greenwich Village (I dare not say it’s my favorite because you know, that’s a difficult choice with New York. But one of my favorites, that’s for sure) and sunsets in Central Park, alone on Saturday and with friends on Sunday. Any time of the day and any time of the year: this park is always special.
This week I have also discovered with a friend a treasure of those that are little known and that is a real wonder: The Met Cloisters, in northern Manhattan (it is off the tourist route and is a little far but it is a real gem, well worth a visit).
You already know that I lived an autumn here and I have an incredible memory, the city is an explosion of all possible shades of reds, oranges, yellows and browns. And its streets become scenes that are so beautiful that seem unreal. And all with still good weather, that at the end of November comes that cold that I dread. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, we still don’t have to think about coats or snow boots. Carpe diem. Autumn has arrived in New York.
Thanks for being there. Next week, more ♥