The ambulance resounded again and I wondered, do things happen to people so often or do the medical personnel just enjoy misusing the siren? I consider myself quite the optimistic character, so I would like to believe the latter, and I continued strolling along in Washington Square Park.
It was my first time there, but it seemed like I have seen this place before. I remember seeing fountains, street flowers, playgrounds, and picnic mats gather together elsewhere.
I was told to visit this place and observe the surroundings for a little school assignment, but really all I could think of was food. I sat on a cold brass-polished bench and devoured the quesadilla I bought an hour before. It was also my first time trying a quesadilla, paired with my lovely hot matcha from home. The taste of meat and smell of cheese was not foreign to me, we have those ingredients back at home.
I felt like I have been to a place that I have not been, but now I have.
