The holiday season is creeping its way into New York City, and tourists are arriving by the busload. The store windows are foggy (as is my breath) while doubledecker sightseeing buses round every corner.
There's
a gym on the top floor of my building with panoramic views of NYC.
Usually I find the skyline to motivational for running, but occasionally
I glance downwards to the streets below. As the doubledecker buses go
by, the tourists below look just like the people pegs in the Game of Life.
After seeing a few buses pass by on last night's chilly evening, I started thinking about how miserable it must be to be a tourist on one of those buses. In the winter, the second level of the bus is privy to the winter chill. In the summer, tourists are stuck in the blazing sun, breathing in the additional layer of atmosphere - unique to NYC - known as smog.
My advice to tourists: Do what I did. Move to New York. Not that we need more people living here...but the best way to truly see New York is from the ground, rather than soaring by at 20 feet above street level.
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