This year I’ve gone from hating to loving Halloween. Just like that, without nuances. So much so that maybe when I return to Spain (sometime in some years, there is still a lot of New York to enjoy). I’ll even fill the entrance of my house with pumpkins. In a stylish way, of course, like New Yorkers do (especially those from the Upper East Side that I’ve seen these last days).
Now I understand why already at the end of August -end of August! the Halloween decorations begin. I love it how people take it seriously here. By serious I mean entire facades (4 stories high) with living dead or professional services decorating entrances of houses that I’ve seen. Walking around New York these last couple of weeks has been like being in a theme park where there’s always a better set than the previous one. You’re beginning to understand why I’ve come to like this day so much from my Spanish perspective, don’t you?
And with my 36 years old for the first time I’ve dressed up for the occasion. Last weekend some friends organized a costume party and Fernando and I, lacking originality (last minute stuff) tried to dress up as best we could as Dracula. I thought I was going to be embarrassed going in full custom in the street, but it was nothing: dressing up in costume here is an everyday occurrence. It’s hard to get noticed in Gotham.
The costume party was hilarious, the hangover the next day not so much. I had the happy idea of trying a shot of Fireball, that I’ve never tasted (or heard) before and there’s already another list of drinks I’ll never smell again. On Sunday, although I was tempted to spend a recovery day at home, we decided to head to Brooklyn Heights. I wanted to see (and show you) one of my favorite areas of New York this Halloween season. And sure enough, it didn’t disappoint. For its usual beauty, yes, but also for its original decorations. Some of them scary, but in a funny way. You’ll see in this week’s video.
Thanks for being there. Next week (and it will be 16 already), more ♥