Through storms and snow to NYC

Bye bye Babson. After an unforgetable last evening at Babson; staying up all night packing our past 4 months in to 4 heavy bags (each), me and Elena managed to get on the 8 am bus to NYC on the 19th. Sad and exhausted we pasted out on the bus and woke up 4 problem free hours later in a christal white New York City. Dragging our heavy bad through the snow we arrived at the cozy and nice hostel. Due to some bank "issues", we had to get to the only Citizens bank in NYC, located somewhere hidden in Queens. Getting a "private", local driver (read, ex.convict with too many scars, opinions and illegal experiences) taught us all about the gangs in the area, where to go, what to do and what not to do. 3h later we came back to the hostel. (Yes, we saw the entire Queens). It was a different and rewarding day ending with some super strong Margaritas! (Wish we had those at pub!)

Saturday. Deciding to be less shoppoholics and more cultural, me and Elena walked through MoMA and enjoyed some fine arts.

Garden of art. Fabulous lamp.

After some coffee we met up with Elenas 2 friends (staying with us at the hostel) and were disappointed by the uggly tree in Rockefeller center and long queues for iceskating. We "climbed" the Top of the Rock and enjoyed to magic view instead.

After that we had dinner and scorpionbowls (yes, they're good in the big apple too) with the fascinated staff as witnesses as we got a little drunker and lowder by the minute.

*schlurp*

Feeling good, we went to some Swiss friend's gorgeous appartment, had some drinks and went to the hip and eco friendly nightclub the Green House; where we partied all night long with the gorgeous looking people of NYC (How to feel uggly and misplaced? Surround yourself with fabulous people!) For some reason, a girl dragged us girls up on the "VIP floor", gave us sparklers and served us Champagne. Never found out if it was the girl trying to get us drunk or some guy...

Sunday. Going to bed at 5 or 6am, we dragged ourselves out of bed at 1pm and went down to the Financial District, saw the little lady with the torch and fotographed the bull. Followed by sheding tears at the WTC memorial and shopping for Xmas gifts. Tried to find our way to the hip (?) Meatpacking district, we ended up in West Village (where my future appartment will be) locking like we suffered 7 hard years, dining with the, again, gorgeous people. Next time we'll go to McDonald's....

Last glims of Boston. I went back to Boston on the 22nd. Not going to tell you how hard it was to leave the wonderful city behind (you should know anyways), just going to say that I didn't suffer any mentionable problems and arrived in a Stockholm without snow...