Big Apple

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"*

One weekend in the Big Apple with my friends.

Manhattan is amazing. After a crazy going out Friday night (no IDs required at all - bars open end), we got up early and walked through Manhattan: our hostel was close to the Empire State Building, walking down Broadway and 5th Avenue, we passed Times Square (more impressive at night), then Ground Zero (building site), to the Statue of Liberty, Brooklyn Bridge, then the financial district with Wall Street, the NY Stock Exchange and the Fed, Rockefeller Center and then totally exhausted and hangover to Central Park where we accidentally met with the Spanish guys... NY did not seem to be that big then.

Saturday night we went to one of my friend's friend's friend's recommendation: Nikki Midtown. I did not like the music but I could not stop dancing either. The girls had to drag me out at the end of the night.

* "The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus