Travel & Hotspots

OUR GIRL IN NEW YORK

It turned out to be the last day we could sit on the terrace in the sun. In West Village, overlooking the colorful houses, we ended up at Dante. In that sun. On the terrace. And of course with that wine. Fairy-tale-like, the autumn-colored leaves blew past the un-New York colored townhouses. We indulged in the Italian sandwich. He ordered one with egg and bacon, I one with goat cheese and almonds. What a beautiful last day. Just as it should be before the icy wind claimed our island.

Baguette at Balthazar and donuts at Dough Doughnuts. According to several sources, it was a dough-sin that I had never been to the latter. Especially since it is the donut heaven and just two streets away from us. I took a classic to share. At least, that was the plan. But it soon became clear that my husband could get back in line for a second. The moral of this story: never order one donut at Dough. And just never go to Dough. So

Faithfull The Brand sent me a package. What it was filled with, I did not know. And even though the package was registered as arrived at the doorman, it was lost. It would be found, I was assured. But when I still hadn't received anything on Tuesday, I went through the packages with doorman Nick. And there, at the back of the cabinet on the right, was something stuffed with my name on the front. Finally, I could unpack it. What a good package. But I wouldn't have expected anything less. Faithfull The Brand is amazing. Especially since they added this great stripe-and-button top to my wardrobe. Thank you, Faithfull. You are sweet.

I don't go there often, so high up on the island. But every time I have been there, I am always impressed. We have breakfast at Oriental Mandarin. And just look at this view! Speechless. No more words needed.

Happy Thanksgiving! Together with a group of 17 Dutchies, we are going to celebrate the feast of gratitude, with turkey and everything that comes with it. But before the Thanksgiving madness begins, I swing with Blue in the hammock for a bit. He just ran for an hour in the dog park. My husband is grocery shopping. And at home, I quickly put this post together. He is back from the store now and my chef starts cooking. From my ‘I Love NY’ mug, I sip my tea. Blue is darting around in the kitchen and in the background, the music we discovered in Italy plays. And, just between you and me, maybe I have totally Americanized if I say this, but god, how grateful I sometimes am. Happy Thanksgiving. And see you next week.