I arrived at Whitehall Terminal late. My friends had climbed aboard the 1pm ferry and so I took the next boat by myself. This turned out to be the best scenario: I spent the 20 minutes wandering, taking photos of strangers through glass, watching children mesmerized by the rushing water, noticing those who were jaded & stayed on the interior, admiring the vibrant green of the plastic seats.
The experience of riding the ferry - the announcements and seats and structure of the boats - seems untouched by the modern world. It was easy to imagine my great-grandmother and namesake, Adrienne making this passage to and from Manhattan.
Once on Staten Island, we went on kind of guided tour with our friend Sophia, who is perpetually exploring neighborhoods throughout the 5 boroughs and keeps a local 'travel' blog, Hello New York. (She's also a previous 50 Coffees participant.) We had lunch at a mom & pop Sri Lankan restaurant, walked through a hedge maze, admired the cherry blossoms, and then took a bus back to the ferry. I didn't take many photos on the island; the highlight for me was the ferry ride.