Hockey Pucks

My trip to the east coast of the United States is complete. It was amazing. I’m sort of feeling speechless about the whole thing and don’t know where to start. I certainly accomplished a lot of firsts. Freedom and exploring new places is something I will never take for granted. Ever.

In Philadelphia I spent time with my aunt and uncle. My uncle won two Stanley Cups with the Philadelphia Flyers in the 1970s and I had never been to see where him and my aunt settled…until now. Everywhere we went, he was recognized. Mind you, he did take me to his favourite spots but even at the hockey game we attended, people would stop him to shake his hand. He is a legend. I even went to the training facility of the Flyers and talked to some of the staff and saw the players working out. It’s not every day you get to have such unique moments. Especially for a huge hockey fan like me.

And New York City. Sigh. I left a piece of my heart there. It was love at first sight. I saw everything I wanted to, ate a lot of good food and actively soaked up every moment. I also had many Sex and the City Carrie-esque moments including a trip to the New York Public Library and hailing a cab in a dress. Highlights were skating in Central Park and then going to a Rangers vs. Leafs game at Madison Square Garden. The crowd was totally bonkers and this is what happens when the Rangers score.

I do love the world. It’s incredibly rich.

3 thoughts on “Hockey Pucks

  1. I must comment on how truly happy you look. It as if a light is radiating from your soul – you have always been beautiful, but WOW. You go, girl!

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