

I had two days in NYC before setting off for my Mexican adventure. The Asian and Mexican trips seem separated in my brain, though not separated in time. I had planned to stay in the hotel and eat pizza, but I am increasingly lactose intolerant, so donβt want to get back in the cheese habit. Rather, I walked to a cute restaurant a few blocks from the hotel. I immediately recognized it as a place Henry and I enjoyed last year when we stayed at the same hotel to see Mets games! Last year I had pasta with white clam sauce; this time I had steak. (Photos from last year, not my amazing memory, revealed that!) It was so nice to have the memory while still creating new memories!


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