I’m looking out of a strange window as we are now in New York (after a long second leg where The Felciraptor forgot to sleep and ended up completely crazy). I’m still pretty jet lagged so again I will keep it short.
Other than caffeine the only thing keeping me going is the food. I love the town Nana G is living in because the food is amazing, and (just like this morning) it begins with the bagel.
Within view from the back door is the nearby strip mall there is a bagel store with dozens of fillings and multiple kinds of bagel (so I go for the everything bagel), an Italian Deli that serves subs with inches of meat in and a sushi bar. Just a stones throw from thereis a full on diner and in the town centre is an amazing Chinese/Greek/Mexican take away.
It is a food heaven, and something I am not used to living in the suburbs in England. I am about to add pounds to my weight, as I won’t get chance to eat them all for a while so I need to make sure I get my fill.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Lookin’ Out My Back Door.”
Look out your back window or door — describe what you see, as if you were trying to convey the scene to someone from another country or planet.