Landing in Newark, NJ, was a breeze, as well as locating our Uber driver, but that is where all moments of serenity ended on our recent trip to celebrate our 33rd anniversary last week. Immediately, my husband and I were thrust into the worst traffic I’ve ever endured in New York City. I’ve been there many times. Dozens and dozens. But I’d never seen traffic as hideous as this.
It turned out, someone had been sending bombs, which were not actually capable of exploding. But each one required a bomb squad and policemen to divert the traffic and keep people safe. Meaning, a city that was already jampacked with cars and cabs and Uber drivers were muscling to gain space on streets where buildings were under construction. Construction is a good sign, our driver explained, because it means jobs. In fact, the driver mentioned that everything is going great in NYC because of the terrific economy. Except the driving.
I was struck by how different NYC is from Lancaster County. It couldn’t have been more different than landing in the serene location where everything moves slowly and with grace. Rarely does anyone honk in Lancaster County. My goodness, those New Yorkers are honking as much as ever.
Arriving in Lancaster County is like stepping back into the past. Not that some cars don’t drive too quickly, and trucks zoom by, but the clip clopping of buggies is a natural speed limit. My blood pressure always drops when I spend time in Lancaster County. I can feel it. Can’t you? And people aren’t in a hurry the way they are in the Big Apple.
Don’t get me wrong. I do enjoy New York City. My favorite museums, such as the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the Frick . We actually went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art twice, and also enjoyed a rarely produced Puccini opera, “La Faciulla del West” at the Lincoln Center, dined at our favorite French restaurant in NYC twice, La Grenouille, and window-shopped at designer shops we can’t afford, things I couldn’t do anywhere else. And I enjoyed being there, except when stuck in traffic. We walked when we could, even through the rain and gusty wind. I was glad I’d brought good walking shoes and a warm raincoat for the one nasty day.
I’m very familiar with NYC. I can’t count the number of times I’ve been there since my childhood. Yet, I think I’ll choose Lancaster County next time as the destination to celebrate our anniversary. We’ll move at a slower pace, enjoy the farmland smells instead of car-exhaust, and relax. No mad-dash rush to go anywhere!
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