I am grateful for tourists.
No, not because they walk so slow and take up the entire sidewalk. No, not because they come in droves and block every turnstile to get onto the subway. And, no, not because they talk really loud on a full train about how rude New Yorkers are.
Why do I love tourists?! Because they remind me how amazingly wonderful this city is. They walk slowly, looking up, gazing at all the great sites and huge buildings. There is a bit of innocence, reverence, awe that they study their maps, check their guide books and are too scared to ask anyone for help. They get completely confused by the subway system. They view the city through a camera lens because it is such a photogenic city.
As I see these
I love New York City and I'm so glad the tourists remind me how awesome it is to live here!
*Something I can't quite comprehend is that New York City is completely normal to my kids. This is their life, their home, the only way they have lived.