Dirty French es otra joya de Nueva York- ubicado en el Ludlow Hotel, en mi opinion, uno de los hotels mas cool del bajo Manhattan.
El Hotel Ludlow es conocido por su ambiente bohemio y hipster. Dirty French tiene origen francés y tiene un cafe latte divino. La comida es super buena, nos encantaron los Blody Marys y ofrece un ambiente increíblemente acogedor. La decoración es una bella mezcla entre Creole y Marroqui. Definitivamente, uno de mis lugares favoritos!
A fun Sunday at the The Metropolitan Museum of Art
One of the great benefits of living in the city is that our children have over 90 of NYC’s best-loved museums, gardens, zoos and historic houses as their playground…
If you are planning a fun experience with the family, is too hot to walk outside, or even if you are suffering from cabin fever, taking our children to one of this cultural experiences is always a total hit!
Today, we chose the The Met Museum-
My children love going there and learning about ancient pyramids and mummies so we picked the Egypt Art exhibit to walk around for an hour or two.
Earlier today [at the park] as I sat on the bench watching my six year old glide through the monkey bars over and over… a mom came over and sat next to me. All of the sudden, I heard her burst into tears… My reaction was to ask if she was ok?!? She did not answer ( and she hid inside her scarf) I didn’t know what to do! I paused for a second and thought… should I run away?!?! But then… what if she really needed help… so I sat and waited … Then I asked again if I could help or do something?? .. As she came out off under her scarf and with tears in her eyes she asked me if I was a mom? [ I nodded] Her daughter was 2… And she was exhausted! I have not slept in two years, she said…. Will I ever get my body back? She asked … Will I ever be able to hold a normal conversation that is not about playdates and diapers? Will I ever feel sexual again? Sometimes, I secretly wish I could go back to work to my fabulous office! I love my child but I need my adult life back and everyone makes me feel so guilty about it! She said [as she wept] For the first time I just stayed quite and listened… I just wanted to hug her and tell her everything was going to be ok… But then my son fell off the monkey bar and I had to run to him… He was ok… but when I turned back “Exhausted Mom” was gone… So I decided to write her this note…