To be clear, you're missing out if you've never had a Salty Pimp. Vanilla ice cream, dulce de leche, sea salt, chocolate dipped, in a cone.
After work, I made my way back to Madison Square Park to watch the remainder of the US Open final with a few hundred other fans. Despite their errant support for Andy Murray, and his ultimate victory, I can't help but revel in being surrounded by truly invested tennis fans.
It also just occurred to me today that two weeks is kind of a long time. It's 50% of the time that I spent in Costa Rica. Maybe it's because New York isn't international and I have the ability to see a few people that I know, but it hardly phased me to know I was leaving for two weeks. And I've also embraced the unknown that this two weeks presents, making me more curious than anxious.
I have to remember to take a few moments and appreciate what I'm packing into this period. Learning, exploring, taking chances, building bridges, making decisions...growing up, I suppose.
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