Bagel me good

Since it's my first morning here in New York City, I knew exactly what I wanted for breakfast. 

Bagels and schmear. New York's, ever-so-slightly-less-healthy alternative to my regular breakfast of champions

I'm staying with my lovely friend Kelly in the Park Slope neighbourhood of Brooklyn, so bright and early this morning I dragged my jet-lagged little self out of bed and to the nearest bagelry. (Which may not be a word, but should be.)

Options! Colors! Schmears! I went for the onion bagel with the sundried tomato cream cheese, two things I'm relatively certain you can't find in the UK. Gosh it's lovely being here. Warm weather, a sunny day ahead, more friends to visit with ... what's not to love?

There's kind of a strange feeling to being back in the U.S after nearly 8 months since my last visit. It's all familiar enough, but there are little touches that tell me my reflexes have changed. I'm looking the wrong way when I cross the street, for example. Or I'm having thoughts of, "Hey! Someone else with an American accent!" when, duh. I suppose thoughts like that are common enough for expats.

I've just finished wolfing down my bagel, and I'm ready to face the day. One bagel down, many to go.

Love,
Joëlle