The Big A
by Evans Yonson
Immediately after my 2009 visit to the Philippines, I came back to Barcelona to settle some unfinished business. Two days after my arrival, I left for New York. In less than a week I have traversed the Heathrow Airport twice and I tell you it’s very tiring to be moving from one terminal to another in London. You can feel security paranoia from one gate to another. It is this long and arduous better-safe-than-sorry checking that will make any traveller sick and tired to be in Heathrow.
It’s good to be back in The Big Apple after seven years. My cousin and her family picked me up at the JFK Airport and whisked me off to some suburban area in New York, near Westpoint. They live in this newly constructed neighborhood. I stayed with them for the weekend with lots of catching up talks. I moved to Manhattan to stay with my dear friend, Jing Valmorida. I saw more friends. I met up with Tita Rhoda and Zeny Roa. Geebam Tabor-Raagas, Pito Almendras, Kim Quimbo, Toni Gado, and Chin Nacuna who all brought me to the best places to be in New York. Cocox Cabailo and I had lunch together and we crossed the Hudson Bridge. I visited the latest destination in New York, the Meatpacking District with Kim. Jingle Bagaporo and I went museum hopping and walking up and down the long stretch of Fifth Avenue. I saw after more than two decades my very dear friend, Alan Aldana, who’s based in London. I went to see four Broadway shows: The Lion King, Avenue Q, The Phantom of the Opera, and West Side Story. Thanks to Margie Rizon for finding me the best tickets to the show. I visited the International Center of Photography. Many things happened in a span of two weeks in the city that never sleeps.