I returned from my first trip to NYC last week and have been sluggish about documenting it. Even while I was there, I was pretty bad at capturing the occasion. With the exception of a handful of ponderous tweets and a few iPhone pics of my hotel room, I was too busy with work to narrate my time there.

So I summed it up in 140 characters instead:

New York City’s variety is only exceeded by its capacity for people, hubbub and opportunity. Hailing cabs was difficult for me. Sandwiches!!

There were so many people. It felt like a concert had just let out, but it appears to be that way all the time. And nearly everyone I talked to absolutely loved it – the energy and the optimism it affords. That kind of spirit is contagious, though I confess I longed for my delightful Boulder, Colo. I don’t think I was made for big cities.

I also suck at hailing cabs. I ended up asking the concierge to do it for me. It was awkward. I couldn’t decide if I should be using my thumb or not. I felt like an absurdly motivated hitchhiker.

In all, I had some tasty sandwiches and reconnected with one of my most treasured friends (and her shrewd new husband). Wonderful trip. I didn’t see any of the major stuff (Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building, etc.), but with my dear friend George G Smith Jr. having recently moved there, I’ll have plenty reason to return.

P.S. - They totally have a combination Taco Bell/Dunkin' Donuts in NYC. Holy smokes!