NEW YORK PART VI

Last post about New York, and then my story is done.. completed..finished
Depressing thought, like you finish another great chapter in life. Almost the same feeling I had when I cleaned my nail, which one of my friends had polished in the pattern of the starts and stripes of the USA.



The last day had began and with a slightly sense of sadness I began this day. I had to do everything for the last time, get dressed in New York, take a shower in New York, have breakfast in New York. So depressing, but after a few moments I realised I had to enjoy this last day to the fullest. And so I did.


After we had packed all our stuff (and checked the rooms like a hundred times because no matter how glad I would be with an excuse to go back to New York for my forgotten stuf, it wouldn't be the handiest thing to happen) we went on a trip to Central Park.


We took the subway from Harlem to the Upper East Side (yes, it was as if you were in two complete different cities at the same day) and we entered Central Park at the entrance nearby the Plaza Hotel. We made another group photo and after a last quick look at the Plaza Hotel (I sincerely hoped to someone leaving or entering the very chique hotel for the rich and famous) we made a walk through Central Park.

The sun was shining, we felt good and la la la la laaaaaaaaaa.



Seriously, the weather was beautiful, we gave a saxophonist all the coins we had left (good for our karma), enjoyed his music, and the climax of this walk was the very attractive guy we saw, who was playing 'No woman no cry' on his guitar. God, I love New York...


We took a short break and ate the sandwiches we had bought earlier that day. As everybody ate a Subway sandwich, Karlijn and I had bought freshly-baked bread and some strawberries which we put on our sandwiches. Delicious.

Shortly after it was already time to go back to the hostel and to check out. Everything that followed isn't very essential to know. We went back to Grand Central Terminal where we took the bus to Newark Airport. We all spent our last dollars on souvenirs and magazines (I bought W and Harper's Bazaar, after I had already bought the American Vogue) and we had to wait for the airplane that would take us back to Brussels, where we would arrive the next day (due to the time difference).

I slept for about half an hour, so I actually skipped the night. Back in Holland I was exhausted and I slept 12 hours the next night. Though I was glad to see my parents and friends again, I can't really say I was glad to be home again. I really wasn't. The group was amazing, the program was awesome and everyday was more wonderful than the other.

I can honestly say I left my heart in New York. And I'm willing to pick it up at any time. So if anyone is planning to go to 'the Big Apple', let me know and I'm all yours ;)