- 26/10/1911 :
Black Friday. On after Thanksgiving in the U.S. there are bargains. And my mother and I are going to Jersey Gardens, a huge outlet where you could easily pass a whole week and still missing you time. And of course, Americans are used to queue for anything ... because they are always too everywhere.
Inexplicably, not a burden, despite the number of people around here. Even has its own living space to walk without bumping into anyone. I remember my days in BCN, a Saturday at FNAC ... and the truth is that we have much to envy these people.
There
rock suitcases next to the outlet. There are zillions of thousand stores and not spend many millions of dollars.
my Mother. You can not enter the Levis store. It is impossible to see the cowboys. And Victoria's Secret store is lining up to enter.
I think I've spent about $ 500 and the face, in five hours. I change the Adidas Converse by a newly purchased. God, how wonderful. Adidas comfort that only cost me 28 €.
I bundled an American, too bad for me, you know Castilian, and I spend $ 140 on a plate supersonic hair and leave the outlet with a hairstyle that neither Goldilocks (to this day, I can say that the dollars are well invested because the plate is the fucking dick, speaking ill and soon xD).
After the madness and a walk from the bus stop to the hotel over tooooooooodas loading bags fuck my mother and I got into the room and we need a bag. One of mine. I want to die. A black jeans, white shirt and a jersey. All well combined. My mother gives me $ 50 for the loss. And I shot in bed in resignation plan. My head began to think alone and realize that it is impossible that the bag was left in the bus or we been dropped because it was a bag that I remember seeing in my hand to reach the hotel. My mother is low and the stock market at the reception. I had left next to the elevator without realizing it. I am returning $ 50 to my mother. If it is a piece of bread, Aunt. He says, "Thankfully, now I can be happy with my purchases but I know bad for you." If there is to love her! xDD
- 27/11/1910 :
is incredible. The weather man was not wrong even once since we arrived. Predictor even when rain on Thursday. And could be so good our meteorologists. Climbing
300km / h the horrific costs to the bus stop to avoid losing it, I notice that there are a lot of power lines crossing from side to side, from one house to another, the street. When we're up, we realize that the bus is not going to take up within 40 minutes because we had looked at the schedule on Friday ... and Saturday. Vale. Comes a minibus from another company, and cheaper, which leads to the same stop. While on the bus line was American, this is almost all Hispanic. What.
Finally, the MOMA. Awesome. The design architect of the museum is the cane. And I made a terrible illusion that some of the photographers that I have studied are exposed. There's a picture of Sally Mann portrays his daughter strikes me greatly. Days left to see the whole museum and all exhibits. In the middle of our tour we heard screams from a few floors down. Luckily, I had read the entry you are making a sound exposure (!) In which calls for public participation and possibly hear strange things. I start to hurt your feet. There are things that are very interesting set. And you stand before others and make "¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?". Scholars walk around here with your notebook taking notes of everything.
After the visit to the MOMA gift shop (which would take me all but I do not get anything), we're going for some pancakes. Timan us $ 40 for two pancakes, a slice of cheese and two coffees disgusting. The cheesecake is the worst I could try in a restaurant. Indeed, Americans have no fucking idea of \u200b\u200bmaking coffee. We
again close to Central Park. I would re-enter and get lost again, but there are still many things to do. We go to the Cathedral of St Paul. The truth is that impacts the image of a cathedral in the meantime high rise modern building. There are plenty of rock. The windows are super colorful. I love the rose. Is enormous. There are two Americans who can not light a candle. Really, how much human stupidity. And it's funny see people praying in the meantime tourists taking photos. No flash, though.
continued our way down, to go up to the New York Public Library. We are already quite tired. I think the only body part that hurts me is the head. The library is very neat. I take it there is a small exhibition of photographs while my mother sits on a bench to rest your feet. When I get it, apart from seeing a huge Christmas tree inside the main entrance, I see that women have been parishes in the bank. And we still beating. Let
the Grand Central Station. The season of films. Who the heck has not seen in the cinema hall? Impress milk when you're there. And of course, not missing flags. Ah, the legendary timepiece! It is forbidden to sit on the stairs. And people come and go at all hours.
Since we have close, we go to Bryant Park and the Christmas market and have mounted. The distance is the great Empire State Building. How fucking blunts. Okay, so you can see, the market is quite pijete market. I think there's nothing here worth less than $ 50. Cágate parrot. And in the center, a skating rink. Much cheaper than the Rockefeller Center. Whether it's free. All you have to pay is the skates, not the other ... namely that you go how much they charge you for stepping on the ice. We are a while watching people trying not to fall. There is a black (gorgeous, of course) dancing in style with your own skates. The thing that needs too much space for its twists and inexperienced much got the look to go direct to stamp on him.
while ago that has fallen the night in Manhattan. Begins to get colder. And apart from foot pain, stomach growls. And touch and a real American hamburger. We're going to Schnippers, we are left next to the bus station. The place is unique in the world. No more Schnippers scattered there. And the burger is disgustingly good. But fuck, how I smell your fingers then onion. Whether you wash my hands, there is the smell.
handsome guys I keep seeing everywhere. Ays, if I could stay!
- 11/28/1910 :
today plays the Financial District and the Brooklyn Bridge. And what we see on the road. I forget my cereal. I will miss when we leave. We arrived
Vesey Street, which is next to Ground Zero. Before heading to there, we stopped to see a monument to the Irish, near the Hudson River. It is a piece of "village." And in stone are engraved the names of Irish towns.
We get into a building shaped like a dome. Inside there are 30 palm trees. But the real thing. I flips it to these people. When we crossed the building, we went to the hole left by the Twin Towers. It makes my hair stand on end to think of September 11th. I try to imagine there on the day it all happened really and I am very impressed. Now everything works.
We walked around the area with the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to the Brooklyn Bridge and cross it. Along the way we find a memorandum to firefighters who lost their lives in the 11-S. A plate does not know how many meters, bronze metal. The names of those who were there. And the museum's 11-S. And around that whole area, fenced, photos of the new building will occupy the area.
After a long walk, we finally arrived at Suspension Bridge. What old-bridge. One clearly can get there, see it and go. But you have to cross it. You can not go to NY and do not cross the Brooklyn Bridge! My mother nearly run over by a bike on the back to NY and almost died of a heart scare. I zillion thousand photos and they all look like you always see the bridge. But is ... Another picture what is going to do? A couple asks me to take a photo. Predicament and I'm doing a video. The man I apologize 30 times for not having noticed. I make the picture. He says, "Oh! Very professional!" Is a compact catapún year to be batteries. With a smattering of pan, anyone can be professional xD.
We have crossed. Music is heard. A group of B-Boys are doing a small demonstration of his skills. We stayed to see them. Mother of God. There is one with a mop of curly hair afro exaggerated. Strikes and clashes with the great body that has the type. Start dancing. I start to make a video. When they finish, have a peculiar way of asking for money. We basically say that if no money left, we pursued down the street ... What jachondos. By the way, the hair afros ... It was a wig. Thank goodness.
City Hall Park. Tiny sculptures weirdos around here. City Hall is closed. And I can not stop thinking of Al Pacino movie called precisely "City Hall". I have it, but I have not seen, so I do not know if it really is made in NY. Ah ... Al Pacino. May already have crossed you in your city. If you do not let yourself be seen.
When we cross the street, we hear more music. That kind of music you hear through these speakers that highlight typical bass, and usually the stereo typical of giant cars only seen in American films (say for example the leading Tony Soprano himself by New Jersey), and, mostly, leads the typical black American. The music reverberates throughout the block. And while my mother and I are expecting a minivan turn American Honda goes for these long, at least 10 years old, dark green, and chipped paint, with a black inside (of course), all excited and giving himself good atmosphere for the music that comes out of his car . I start from laughter. I have no head. The guy is practically stopped at the traffic light one block from us and still hear his music. Clearly, the paste is left on the stereo, and not in the car.
A woman deceives us and tells us that in Tribeca, there are no buses on Sundays. We get to walk and see the half-hour bus passes precisely, we wanted to catch. Fuck the lady. And his entire family. Back out part the way we have done to cut a couple of stops. And by the way we found a place, that of Washington. How pretty are all the parks. And what colorful. We
the Empire State Building. Ups. Well, that's up so to speak. First we make a queue for this. Now, a queue for that. And another tail. And wait, that is another, yet. After 30 minutes, we were up. NY all our feet. And the sun is hiding. Ays, what a view. And it's cold, damn. Galician Some argue, behind me, where views are best, whether here or in the Top Of The Rock. I decide I do not either.
Returning to downtown, entered Toy 'R Us, mostly because I was told I had to. Mecagoenlahostiaputa. There is a ferris wheel inside the store. And children with parents uploaded, go around it. This is disbelief.
And why not. We could not leave here without stepping on the Planet Hollywood. He has touched all soda waitress. What can we do. So many people that we have to put a brave face, one had to touch us it was up to the very smiling all day. What stress. I like a lasagna in Los Angeles that is impressive. My mother enjoys some ribs. And Jay-Z and Alicia Keys sings, 300 monitors, "Empire State Of Mind." I begin to say, as crazy: "Oh, I've been there!", while watching the video.
This is just folks.
- 11/29/1910 :
It finished what it was given.
An American in front of me eating a sandwich, half a meter in length. My mother and I have eaten a Chinese minimenú through Newark Airport. Are
17:25. Within an hour should start shipping. Luckily, today we have no delay. Let's undo the 6.500km. Arrive at 9 am English time, Barcelona. And does not leave until 15.50 flight to Palma. The day (or days) I will do forever.
We eat the last of the banana muffin nuit USA. How beautiful and how great it is. Exactly like NY!
- Bonus Track :
The boy who sat beside me on the flight, was ... a character carefully. I saw a movie. And practically, the rest of the time, I had to sleep. So I got the impression that we came in a flash plasma to BCN. IIH time sleeping on benches impossible (for us was 3 am). And then we did even more time sleeping in the same banks impossible but a little closer to the gate of our flight home.
not remember what time it was when we arrived in Mallorca. And luckily, our bags were where they had be. Imagine ... Not arrived and having to make a claim. What stick. We
home. Home sweet home. The truth is that after two days of travel give a shit you left behind NY. The only thing one wants is to catch the bed and sleep. And I did. 14 hours.
Black Friday. On after Thanksgiving in the U.S. there are bargains. And my mother and I are going to Jersey Gardens, a huge outlet where you could easily pass a whole week and still missing you time. And of course, Americans are used to queue for anything ... because they are always too everywhere.
Inexplicably, not a burden, despite the number of people around here. Even has its own living space to walk without bumping into anyone. I remember my days in BCN, a Saturday at FNAC ... and the truth is that we have much to envy these people.
There
rock suitcases next to the outlet. There are zillions of thousand stores and not spend many millions of dollars.
my Mother. You can not enter the Levis store. It is impossible to see the cowboys. And Victoria's Secret store is lining up to enter.
I think I've spent about $ 500 and the face, in five hours. I change the Adidas Converse by a newly purchased. God, how wonderful. Adidas comfort that only cost me 28 €.
I bundled an American, too bad for me, you know Castilian, and I spend $ 140 on a plate supersonic hair and leave the outlet with a hairstyle that neither Goldilocks (to this day, I can say that the dollars are well invested because the plate is the fucking dick, speaking ill and soon xD).
After the madness and a walk from the bus stop to the hotel over tooooooooodas loading bags fuck my mother and I got into the room and we need a bag. One of mine. I want to die. A black jeans, white shirt and a jersey. All well combined. My mother gives me $ 50 for the loss. And I shot in bed in resignation plan. My head began to think alone and realize that it is impossible that the bag was left in the bus or we been dropped because it was a bag that I remember seeing in my hand to reach the hotel. My mother is low and the stock market at the reception. I had left next to the elevator without realizing it. I am returning $ 50 to my mother. If it is a piece of bread, Aunt. He says, "Thankfully, now I can be happy with my purchases but I know bad for you." If there is to love her! xDD
- 27/11/1910 :
is incredible. The weather man was not wrong even once since we arrived. Predictor even when rain on Thursday. And could be so good our meteorologists. Climbing
300km / h the horrific costs to the bus stop to avoid losing it, I notice that there are a lot of power lines crossing from side to side, from one house to another, the street. When we're up, we realize that the bus is not going to take up within 40 minutes because we had looked at the schedule on Friday ... and Saturday. Vale. Comes a minibus from another company, and cheaper, which leads to the same stop. While on the bus line was American, this is almost all Hispanic. What.
Finally, the MOMA. Awesome. The design architect of the museum is the cane. And I made a terrible illusion that some of the photographers that I have studied are exposed. There's a picture of Sally Mann portrays his daughter strikes me greatly. Days left to see the whole museum and all exhibits. In the middle of our tour we heard screams from a few floors down. Luckily, I had read the entry you are making a sound exposure (!) In which calls for public participation and possibly hear strange things. I start to hurt your feet. There are things that are very interesting set. And you stand before others and make "¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?". Scholars walk around here with your notebook taking notes of everything.
After the visit to the MOMA gift shop (which would take me all but I do not get anything), we're going for some pancakes. Timan us $ 40 for two pancakes, a slice of cheese and two coffees disgusting. The cheesecake is the worst I could try in a restaurant. Indeed, Americans have no fucking idea of \u200b\u200bmaking coffee. We
again close to Central Park. I would re-enter and get lost again, but there are still many things to do. We go to the Cathedral of St Paul. The truth is that impacts the image of a cathedral in the meantime high rise modern building. There are plenty of rock. The windows are super colorful. I love the rose. Is enormous. There are two Americans who can not light a candle. Really, how much human stupidity. And it's funny see people praying in the meantime tourists taking photos. No flash, though.
continued our way down, to go up to the New York Public Library. We are already quite tired. I think the only body part that hurts me is the head. The library is very neat. I take it there is a small exhibition of photographs while my mother sits on a bench to rest your feet. When I get it, apart from seeing a huge Christmas tree inside the main entrance, I see that women have been parishes in the bank. And we still beating. Let
the Grand Central Station. The season of films. Who the heck has not seen in the cinema hall? Impress milk when you're there. And of course, not missing flags. Ah, the legendary timepiece! It is forbidden to sit on the stairs. And people come and go at all hours.
Since we have close, we go to Bryant Park and the Christmas market and have mounted. The distance is the great Empire State Building. How fucking blunts. Okay, so you can see, the market is quite pijete market. I think there's nothing here worth less than $ 50. Cágate parrot. And in the center, a skating rink. Much cheaper than the Rockefeller Center. Whether it's free. All you have to pay is the skates, not the other ... namely that you go how much they charge you for stepping on the ice. We are a while watching people trying not to fall. There is a black (gorgeous, of course) dancing in style with your own skates. The thing that needs too much space for its twists and inexperienced much got the look to go direct to stamp on him.
while ago that has fallen the night in Manhattan. Begins to get colder. And apart from foot pain, stomach growls. And touch and a real American hamburger. We're going to Schnippers, we are left next to the bus station. The place is unique in the world. No more Schnippers scattered there. And the burger is disgustingly good. But fuck, how I smell your fingers then onion. Whether you wash my hands, there is the smell.
handsome guys I keep seeing everywhere. Ays, if I could stay!
- 11/28/1910 :
today plays the Financial District and the Brooklyn Bridge. And what we see on the road. I forget my cereal. I will miss when we leave. We arrived
Vesey Street, which is next to Ground Zero. Before heading to there, we stopped to see a monument to the Irish, near the Hudson River. It is a piece of "village." And in stone are engraved the names of Irish towns.
We get into a building shaped like a dome. Inside there are 30 palm trees. But the real thing. I flips it to these people. When we crossed the building, we went to the hole left by the Twin Towers. It makes my hair stand on end to think of September 11th. I try to imagine there on the day it all happened really and I am very impressed. Now everything works.
We walked around the area with the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to the Brooklyn Bridge and cross it. Along the way we find a memorandum to firefighters who lost their lives in the 11-S. A plate does not know how many meters, bronze metal. The names of those who were there. And the museum's 11-S. And around that whole area, fenced, photos of the new building will occupy the area.
After a long walk, we finally arrived at Suspension Bridge. What old-bridge. One clearly can get there, see it and go. But you have to cross it. You can not go to NY and do not cross the Brooklyn Bridge! My mother nearly run over by a bike on the back to NY and almost died of a heart scare. I zillion thousand photos and they all look like you always see the bridge. But is ... Another picture what is going to do? A couple asks me to take a photo. Predicament and I'm doing a video. The man I apologize 30 times for not having noticed. I make the picture. He says, "Oh! Very professional!" Is a compact catapún year to be batteries. With a smattering of pan, anyone can be professional xD.
We have crossed. Music is heard. A group of B-Boys are doing a small demonstration of his skills. We stayed to see them. Mother of God. There is one with a mop of curly hair afro exaggerated. Strikes and clashes with the great body that has the type. Start dancing. I start to make a video. When they finish, have a peculiar way of asking for money. We basically say that if no money left, we pursued down the street ... What jachondos. By the way, the hair afros ... It was a wig. Thank goodness.
City Hall Park. Tiny sculptures weirdos around here. City Hall is closed. And I can not stop thinking of Al Pacino movie called precisely "City Hall". I have it, but I have not seen, so I do not know if it really is made in NY. Ah ... Al Pacino. May already have crossed you in your city. If you do not let yourself be seen.
When we cross the street, we hear more music. That kind of music you hear through these speakers that highlight typical bass, and usually the stereo typical of giant cars only seen in American films (say for example the leading Tony Soprano himself by New Jersey), and, mostly, leads the typical black American. The music reverberates throughout the block. And while my mother and I are expecting a minivan turn American Honda goes for these long, at least 10 years old, dark green, and chipped paint, with a black inside (of course), all excited and giving himself good atmosphere for the music that comes out of his car . I start from laughter. I have no head. The guy is practically stopped at the traffic light one block from us and still hear his music. Clearly, the paste is left on the stereo, and not in the car.
A woman deceives us and tells us that in Tribeca, there are no buses on Sundays. We get to walk and see the half-hour bus passes precisely, we wanted to catch. Fuck the lady. And his entire family. Back out part the way we have done to cut a couple of stops. And by the way we found a place, that of Washington. How pretty are all the parks. And what colorful. We
the Empire State Building. Ups. Well, that's up so to speak. First we make a queue for this. Now, a queue for that. And another tail. And wait, that is another, yet. After 30 minutes, we were up. NY all our feet. And the sun is hiding. Ays, what a view. And it's cold, damn. Galician Some argue, behind me, where views are best, whether here or in the Top Of The Rock. I decide I do not either.
Returning to downtown, entered Toy 'R Us, mostly because I was told I had to. Mecagoenlahostiaputa. There is a ferris wheel inside the store. And children with parents uploaded, go around it. This is disbelief.
And why not. We could not leave here without stepping on the Planet Hollywood. He has touched all soda waitress. What can we do. So many people that we have to put a brave face, one had to touch us it was up to the very smiling all day. What stress. I like a lasagna in Los Angeles that is impressive. My mother enjoys some ribs. And Jay-Z and Alicia Keys sings, 300 monitors, "Empire State Of Mind." I begin to say, as crazy: "Oh, I've been there!", while watching the video.
This is just folks.
- 11/29/1910 :
It finished what it was given.
An American in front of me eating a sandwich, half a meter in length. My mother and I have eaten a Chinese minimenú through Newark Airport. Are
17:25. Within an hour should start shipping. Luckily, today we have no delay. Let's undo the 6.500km. Arrive at 9 am English time, Barcelona. And does not leave until 15.50 flight to Palma. The day (or days) I will do forever.
We eat the last of the banana muffin nuit USA. How beautiful and how great it is. Exactly like NY!
- Bonus Track :
The boy who sat beside me on the flight, was ... a character carefully. I saw a movie. And practically, the rest of the time, I had to sleep. So I got the impression that we came in a flash plasma to BCN. IIH time sleeping on benches impossible (for us was 3 am). And then we did even more time sleeping in the same banks impossible but a little closer to the gate of our flight home.
not remember what time it was when we arrived in Mallorca. And luckily, our bags were where they had be. Imagine ... Not arrived and having to make a claim. What stick. We
home. Home sweet home. The truth is that after two days of travel give a shit you left behind NY. The only thing one wants is to catch the bed and sleep. And I did. 14 hours.
