In The Heights - Sunrise

I just watched In The Heights with Jimalyn, and I started crying after two minutes. Blame it on the extra burst of estrogen I’ve been surrounded by for the past two days, or take that at face value. 

Even though I love New York, I miss being immersed in a completely different language, one that trips up my tongue. Hearing the torrents of Spanish in this musical brought back so many memories of my summer in Ecuador. Although it’s pretty fantastic how I can speak in Cantonese to the waiter in Chinatown, and minutes later I can strike up a conversation with a restaurant owner in Little Italy. It’s a beautiful city.

Now I need to explore Washington Heights. More on my weekend with Jimalyn later.

Besameeeeeee~