Sunset Park will likely go down as the cheapest excursion of my life. Kylee picked up the tab for dinner so my grand total came in under $5 (the price of two subway rides). And there were pleasures galore: views of the Verrazano-Narrows, Statue of Liberty, Manhattan Skyline, and cargo and passenger ships dotting the horizon; excellent Mexican food; a clover field promising hours of enjoyment on the search for that lucky fourth leaf; and shop windows filled with eye-candy you just can't find on Madison Avenue.
Other than seeing Kylee's new apartment where she just took the giant step of signing a year's lease, our main agenda was finding some good Mexican food. Kylee hadn't sampled the local fare so she was quite surprised to learn that her off-the-grid sojourn in Mexico picking up Spanish in order to get her diploma would be called upon at Tacos Matamoros. And if it weren't for that misadventure of hers we both might have gone hungry. I held my tongue as a conversation, I assume about what we wanted to drink, took place. When I smiled and said, "I'll have the same," Kylee quickly translated for me. I had no idea what I was getting the same of - still don't - but fortunately I liked it. Similar exchanges took place for the next couple of courses. Kylee was apprehensive about her halted Spanish but I laid on the praise knowing it was my only hope of avoiding the arcane method of pointing and nodding for my supper. This was just much more civilized. (Having had unfortunate meals in Paris and Rhodes when relying on this approach I no longer trust my ability to point and nod.)
Feeling satiated and a little adventurous after our scrumptious meal, we set out to discover the treasures of the actual Sunset Park (the namesake for the neighborhood). Kylee hadn't been yet but had heard the sunsets were nice. Imagine that. Though her co-worker Nate told her she had to see the sunset with her Boo Love, not her sister. "Seeing the sunset with your sister would be weird," he said. Guess he doesn't know we're all about weird so off we went quite content to have no Boo Loves (whatever those are) in tow.
It's a good thing the maiden voyage of my Canon PowerShot wasn't taken solo. I'd studied the instruction manual but hadn't picked up on the fact that the zoom lens really zooms. I thought it only had two settings and frankly couldn't tell the difference between the two. Kylee to the rescue again quickly got me straightened out ... or rather zoomed in. Enjoy the fruits of our labor!
Now get on over to Sunset Park before the sun goes down. And if you don't have a Boo Love to take with you, just give Kylee a call!
Adios Amigos!
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