Not much to say about my arrival, everything went pretty without any problems – after some horrible nine hours with 90ies love movies shown on VHS in the polish plane I landed in the hot New York City. Becky and her mum picked me up and we spend some hours in Chesnutridge, 40 minutes car ride away from the city, to relax and avoid rush-hour.
The High Line
We have not done much yet, since I still suffer from heavy Jetlag (and I do not take it easy) and its very hot outside. We dared to leave the house yesterday after 5 pm, when the sun wasn’t so merciless anymore. Gabriela, Beckys aunt (she is even younger than her!) came by and we visited the “High Line”, and old abandoned railway track above the ground in lower Manhattan which served for trains in the beginning of the 20th century and has been turned into a park. While wandering trough grass and trees, growing between railway tracks, you can look down at New York traffic and enjoy the view.
Yes, Im in New York
I realized it when I saw people dressed in strange cloth combinations, celebrating being different, underlining that in New York you can do whatever you want. I saw my first gay, interracial couple, pointed and laughed at a Yoga class of people who were visible to everybody walking through the High Line park and shook my head at people who would stand in line for one hour to get a Burger at a hip fast food in a park. Also, I have to get used to the air conditioning everywhere – no matter how hot it is, bring your jacket if you want to go inside somewhere, even the subway. The shops at 5th ave are in competition in whos shop is more like the north pole by leaving their doors open (!) while having their ACs on full power, so passing by people are pulled into the shops.
Much to do I have left, that’s why I end my first report now and start caring about “reporting in” to the International Institute of Education. I have to stay “in status” or the FBI will get me!