Yesterday, I went to New York City with Sarah and a bunch of folks from the Bloomsburg art program thing. While most of them checked out the museums, Sarah and I hit the lower east side in search of four things.
1) 26 2nd Ave
2) 25 1st Ave
3) The Hare Krishna Tree
4) Doughnut Connection
We also checked out a few galleries and walked WAY too far.
Well, I figured that 26 2nd Ave would be closed, but I wanted to at least see it. I’ve never been there before. Actually, I’ve never really been to the lower east side before. I don’t care for NYC. At all.
So we went around the block to see Radha-Murlidhara (spelling?), but that was all closed up. There were some buttons to push to ring someone, but I felt weird saying “Hey, um… Haribol… I want to see the temple room.”
I took a few pics and headed to Tompkins Square Park to see the Hare Krishna Tree. At first, we couldn’t find it, but we called Rati and wandered around the weird park – it’s all fenced in everywhere. Finally, we found it. I was pretty excited. There’s even a plaque put up by the city (at the request of IRM – SHAME on ISKCON for not doing this first!).
We hung out in the park and then walked a bit to the Doughnut Planet. Doughnut Planet is a devotee-run doughnut shop. I got a glazed doughnut and it was amazing. The devotee working there, a Trinidadian-bodied devotee whose name started with “Hari-” was great. He was encouraging and a bit pushy – just how I like my Trinidadians! He told me to always remember Krishna and to never forget Krishna. It’s not always easy to remember to remember Krishna. And it’s even harder to not forget to never forget Him. Thanks!
We had some time to kill, so Sarah thought it would be a good idea to walk from 4th Street to where we were being picked up… on 51st Street. Only 50 blocks away from where we were! I figured she was joking, so said ok. But she wasn’t joking. We walked 50 blocks. Around 34th Street, my left knee gave out on me. Around 40th, my right ankle was starting to not work. But by this time, it was a great contest of endurance. New York City was waging a war of attrition on me and I’ll be damned if I was going to let it win!
After nearly 90 minutes of walking, we made it to 51st Street. I was, of course, unable to walk. I was hardly able to stand – the boots I wore weren’t made for this amount of walking. I was dead.
Thankfully, the bus came and I was able to rest up on the way home.
Overall, it was a great day. Beautiful day. I was sad that I didn’t make a arrangements to see the temples. Mostly, I just don’t want to be a bother.
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And if you like, Sarah’s…