Our son Cole has lived in Brooklyn, New York for almost two years now. It's been an adjustment for us almost as much as it's been for Cole. I said almost, because you can't appreciate what it's like to live somewhere until, well, you actually LIVE there.
Since Charlotte and I aren't moving to Brooklyn anytime soon (who am I kidding, I might as well say ever), we have developed a deeper appreciation of the city. Every town comes with a pre-packaged stereotype.
People in New York think everyone in Texas wears a cowboy hat, drives a truck and owns a ranch (well if the stereotype fits...).
In Texas, we think New York's an urban jungle full of concrete, steel and people who are always in a hurry and call it NU-YAWK. Ok, part of that's true, too. But, the concrete and steel part?
Not so fast.
Thanks to our Brooklyn-by-way-of-Colleywood-Texas-son, we're discovering there's a lot more to the city than Times Square and the monkey-on-meth hyperactivity of Midtown Manhattan. Brooklyn's the Big Apple's hip cousin and there's a lot of scenery if you know where to look.
Here's a look at one of our favorite walking tours up to the Brooklyn Heights Promenade.
I'll do a post sometime on Brooklyn after dark. That's a whole different scene. Until then, I'll leave you with one of our favorite Brooklyn hangouts.
OK, maybe there's something to this whole stereotype thing after all.