A MISSING PIECE

I read this line today on a website and my heart jumped out with joy:¨The Plaza reopens¨.
After almost two years living in NYC it just felt like a piece of the city was missing, it was lacking something, it was The Plaza Hotel. Anyone who has visited NYC or lives here has a special story to tell about this place. To some is a landmark building, to others part of their lives, their memories. Here are mine:

The first time ever I came to NY it was with my parents my sister and my brother. It was a very cold March which we did not expect and the weather made our visit a bit unpleasant but irresistible still. That trip I said to myself “someday I will live here”, funny enough I though of it in the subway (you all know about that love affair of mine). That trip one night my dad took us to The Plaza for some drinks and a bite in the dark wood room. We were sitting in a booth when a young man very well dressed came up to my dad and out lound said UNCLE!. We all looked surprised as we had no relatives living here. Or so we thought.
This guy explained he was the son of my dads cousin, if that relation has a name I don’t know it. My dad felt SO proud of being “reckon” at The Plaza that his face changed for the trip.

My second moment at The Plaza was when I was a brand manager at Seagram’s the general manager invited me to have brunch at the main room a day after I had delivered a very good marketing plan. He ordered champagne, told great stories and at the end gave a toast ‘to life’s great moments’. Mr. Navarijo is still today a person I really admire and I call a good friend.

The reopening of The Plaza, is a new beginning, a new story to come. I can’t wait to go in, order a champagne flute and build a new unforgettable moment. Any luxury reader wants to join me?