There's no shortage of activities for kids throughout New York City. Don't limit yourself to Manhattan, although it's a great starting place if this is your first visit to the Big Apple. Here's a link to my "Best" lists that are also included in Fodor's Family: New York City with Kids.
Please send me any suggestions for other places -- although my kids are older, I'm always willing to borrow a few others to help me "site test."
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Many moons ago, I traveled to the Arctic Circle to experience the Northern Lights, meet Santa Claus, and dip into an ice hole freshly created by a humongous icebreaker. I have just returned from a sojourn even further north, taking me almost to the top of the world. Driving across a frozen body of water (this time a lake instead of a gulf) on a snow-scooter again gave me a sense of bliss, not unlike the kind of Zen feeling gotten from a yoga session or a deep meditation. The difference, of course, is the exhilaration that comes from speeding through a setting marked by white solitude. Or ice swimming in a near-freezing ice hole wearing only a pair of socks and possibly a bathing suit, after a smoke sauna. And sleeping in a glass igloo? Truly amazing. Finland is nature at its best, both winter and summer. For the adventurous traveler, there's nothing like it. I miss the beautiful huskies that pulled me by dog sled.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
I'm delighted to announce that Fodor's first-ever Family Guide to New York City will be out in stores next month. As anyone who knows me knows, this "baby" was my project for most of summer '08. I'll keep you posted of the exact publishing date, and, of my likely "book party."
Friday, March 6, 2009
Snow can make everything seem timeless. Walking through snowy Central Park yesterday was a revelation to me. Without the reference points that usually provide chronological markers, everything seemed to have stopped. You could easily picture horse-drawn carriages pulling proper ladies and gentlemen through the park. There could have just as easily been formally attired children forming perfect snowballs while their dogs scampered about. The image wasn't far from the ones in that amazing back-in-time book, "Time and Again" by Jack Finney where the hero time-trips to 1882 NYC. Even the buildings fringing the park seemed timeless, just simple indicators of the setting without any clear year in mind. It's a pity that snow in the city never lasts. It slows things down. It makes us stop and smell the fresh air. It blankets with silence. And it's beautiful.