Is it any surprise that my ideal adventure has nothing to do with camping or wild animals? I’m a city girl, born and bred. Roaming around a neighborhood filled with ethnic grocery stores, bakeries, restaurants, and bookstores is heaven to me.
On a recent trip to New York City, I explored Brighton Beach, Brooklyn. The neighborhood is home to a large community of Russian immigrants and as we walked around, it felt as though we could have easily been in Eastern Europe instead of NY.
With amazing dried fruits, fresh baked bread, deli and beautiful baked goods all around me, I browsed my way up one street and down anlther. Shoppers and sellers all seemed to be chatting in Russian. Though I’m sure I could have found someone to answer questions in English, I was content to wander on my own through store aisles and open-air displays crowded with food and people.
I could easily have bought lots of goodies. However, my better half reminded me that transporting heavy bags by subway and on foot would be difficult. Reluctantly I limited my purchases to 2 packages of the lightest and least expensive item I saw – these wafers.