I was only there for a week, so I admit there wasn't really a chance to develop a true, deep love. Technically it might just be a cute little crush. A general warmhearted fondness. But love stories have been written about less, right?
It was my first visit to the borough, and I can't imagine it will be my last. I can see why people fall in love with this place, how it becomes part of those who live there. I realize my Brookly experience barely scratched the surface, but I sensed it: there's a vibe. It's good.
Street after street after street of beautiful old brownstones. Amazing food. History, stability, community. Did I mention the good vibe? Yeah, that.
A gorgeous afternoon wandering the Brooklyn Botanic Garden (stay tuned for more about this visit in another post).
Talk about history - I fell in love with a few of the trees in the Botanic Garden.
When I saw that this one actually has a people-sized door, I sent Husband Guy a text telling him "pack up the animals, we're moving to Brooklyn to live in a tree."
I laughed out loud when I saw its common name; this may have explained a little bit why I was drawn to it in the first place. Some would say we come from the same family:
A delightful interactive sculpture/installation created from dead trees and fallen branches sort of made me want to live in it, too.
Coney Island was still gearing up for the season's grand opening on Memorial Day Weekend, but even closed and dark was still a treat for me to finally see.
I know my experience was so awesome because I had the best ever hostess and tour guide, who shared her love and passion for the place she's spent the past decade and a half. Amber, you're the best!