Just this morning I read a Google+ post about someone's home town being Manhattan. Can you imagine that? Being in the centre of the universe for your childhood? How that would affect you? I'm sure most NYC natives hate the place, but I can't think of anything better when looking through my blinkers.
The middle part of our break was spent cramming in touristy days with our typical morning starting at OST for some breakfast before heading into Manhattan for the day. We visited the Empire State where we lucked out on the weather when compared to last time, the Statue of Liberty & Ellis Island on a rather wet and windy morning and the 9/11 memorial.
I've never really spoken to anyone else who has visited the memorial, but it all felt very close to home, being in a large western city with familiar terrain and people made it feel very real. The pure terror that must have overcome Manhattan that morning would have coursed through the city. infecting everyone as it went and leaving a scar that will never heal. The memorial is very tasteful in that respect, trying to cover that scar with something beautiful. Each tower's footprint has been made into an infinity pool with water running down each side before disappearing into a central well with no details of where it goes when observed from the edge. Around the pools, names of every victim have been cut into large sections of black granite, as we walked around the pools we noticed a family taking a rubbing of their lost relatives name, as you can imagine it was a very moving gesture.