Fin

It's the end of summer.

A new neighborhood. 

Spanish Harlem, or SpaHa. 

The Absence of Words

I've been silent because I have been afraid to begin again.

But here I am. At the beginning. 

Again.

I went to Boston for a wedding.

This was the skyline from my hotel room window.

 If you look closely you'll notice how the lights 

cast their reflection on the Charles River.

In Boston, one of America's oldest cities the old contrasts with the new.

My sister and I traveled from Boston to New York city by bus. 

After the five hour bus trip we made the trek from Port Authority to our hotel in Harlem. Exhausted, we looked skyward and found this message.

Apartment hunting = sticker shock.

Little Italy, the not so little tourist trap.

Hurricane Isaac sends his ♥

I've been inside for days.