It happened one night; it was the middle of July–still humid– I had lived in New York for over a year, and I was finally, profoundly and seemingly irrevocably bored.
At first I felt bad about it. Growing up in the countryside, a declaration of boredom was not taken lightly; in fact, it was literally met with a command by my mother to carry rocks. My sister and I were to haul the paving stones we were using to build a retention wall at the bottom of the hill back and forth across the length of the backyard until we were no longer bored (which, as you might imagine, happened miraculously fast!). But there was more to the guilt than that– the bigger issue was how one could possibly get bored in the City that Never Sleeps, the proverbial Center of the Universe?

And thus began The Day Trip Tourist, an attempt to rediscover a little bit of that New York magic, the reason why so many people flock to visit it in the first place. Because everyone deserves to experience all the city has to offer, even if you live here.