Something crazy happens when I arrive in New York City. My blood pressure drops, and a calm sense of belonging takes over. All my petty little anxieties fade away, and I’m just one of the millions going about their business in the City. The great cloak of anonymity in that city is a warm shield.…
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¡New York, New York!
I got my final (covid) exam in Bilbao and passed with flying color. I retraced my steps back through airports in Madrid then Lisbon on my way to New York City. After a late arrival, I chose to stay at the ultra swank TWA Hotel about 100 feet from JFK’s baggage claim. The hotel was…