I remember the time when I forced my mom to walk from the UN Headquarters down to the Fifth Avenue and then almost halfway through it to go to the MET in New York because I didn't want to sit in the damn traffic. If you've been to New York, you know no one walks the length of the Fifth. I was pregnant at that time and suffered from hyperemesis gravidarum, a very severe nausea. An NYPD officer politely suggested that a cab might still help me reach the end of the Fifth Avenue faster. It's what I love about travel: the weird stuff you remember long after those Instagram edits are forgotten.
#WalkingTheFifth #memories
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