weekend adventure // no. 44

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Oh, New York. You were everything we wanted you to be: busy, romantic, delicious, entertaining, charming, confusing, inspiring, smelly, and so much more. It was a whirl-wind three days, but we did not waste a minute, always on the go. The true Moore way of traveling. I can't think of a better way to celebrate 5 years of marriage! We were welcomed to the city with an uber ride where the driver kept apologizing to us for almost rear-ending the car in front of us. I wouldn't expect it any other way. We ate the kind of spinach gnocchi that melts in your mouth [Malatesta Tratoria], Japanese Ramen down in a tiny space where English is not the language of choice and slurping is totally accepted [Totto Ramen], bagels with 2 inches of cream cheese at any chance we could [the most notable being at the Bagel Pub in Brooklyn], tacos at a bustling stop in Chelsea Market, doughnuts, pretzels, and more. We didn't count the calories, not even for 1 second. We laughed at Jimmy Fallon's monologue rehearsal, cried at Les Miserables, and felt humbled at The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time. We strolled through Central Park, while the fall leaves put on quite a show. We perused through the farmers market and bonsai gardens near Prospect Park. We walked the High Line and Brooklyn Bridge. There were too many tourists and birds pooping on the Brooklyn Bridge, but that's ok. We were left speechless at the Ground Zero memorial. We jaywalked like the most local of locals. We dared not pull out a metro map in public. We were all heart eyes at the views from the Brooklyn Promenade. And don't get me started on the charming brownstones of Brooklyn Heights. Pineapple St., I'm lookin at you. Fall in New York, you got me. I'm hooked.