59th Stop: New York City, NY (Part 3)

On Sunday afternoon, I left John’s place to meet up with my new hosts, Charles and Liz, at the Museum of Modern Art. John lent me his university ID so all three of us could get in for free. Thanks John! I was really surprised by all of the beautiful women I saw, “just waiting to be picked up, picked up” (I’ll send you a post card from Estonia if you can figure out what song this comes from).

Later that night, we went for a gourmet meal in one of Liz and Charles’ favorite restaurants called, Momo Fuku. They told me about their work and travels: Liz works for a handbag design outfit and Charles works from home as a day trader. They were recently in the Galapagos islands and will soon be traveling to Barcelona (lucky!).

On Monday, I went up to Harlem to run a private Wordfast training and on Tuesday stayed in downtown for the training. Why is it that every time I’m on the Eastern seaboard during the winter, I always get a snow storm, blizzard, or ice storm? Impossible for some people to get to the training, difficult for the trainer as well!

On my way there, when trying to hail a cab, I asked the guy who arrived after me where he was going and if he wanted to share one. It turns out he was going in the same direction, only farther! When I got out, he insisted that he’ll cover it and thanked me for letting him share (cabs were few and far between in light of the ice and flooding conditions).

We managed to have the training but got off to a late start. A big thanks to Kristyna from Wordfast for inviting everyone for lunch!

One more night before leaving and I took Liz and Charles out for dinner. I had been dying to go to La Bonne Soupe, a restaurant my Aunt and Uncle recommended to me about 15 years ago. I was 16 years old when I went there for the first time with Dave M. during a high school theater trip. We had the lunch menu which consisted of a salad, bread, soup, mousse au chocolat, and wine or coffee. When the young waitress asked with her thick French accent if we wanted wine or coffee, I replied wine. We were amazed, getting served wine in a restaurant when you’re only 16 years old considering the fascist liquor laws in the USA.

John, Charles and Liz

We walked home that night and saw a few sights: Rockefeller Plaza, the MET... Thanks for showing me the really cool whispering echo effect at Grand Central Station!

Can you hear me?

Don't shrug!

The next day I was on the Amtrak train to Washington DC (with a slight weather delay, go figure). Thanks again to John, Liz, Charles, and their respective roommates/family for hosting me. Thanks also to all the Wordfast trainees and Kristyna! See you soon, but definitely during the spring, summer, or fall!

Next stop: Washington DC!

59th Stop: New York City, NY (Part 2)

Louis was en route home and I was en route to meet up with my new host John Raekwon in Manhattan. Little did I know, however, that Raekwon was an alias from the famous rap group Wu Tang Clan...

When I got to John’s place and asked the doorman to ring up John Raekwon, he looked at me puzzled. “Are you sure about that name? The only Raekwon I know is the rapper!” Luckily, John called me at that instant so I handed over the phone to the doorman and was eventually sent upstairs.

John on the left next to friends

John was waiting there with his Swiss roommate and a friend. We chatted briefly about John’s work as a research scientist at Rockefeller University and then went to a gourmet potluck house party in Brooklyn. The host had one of the most impressive whiskey collections I’ve seen in a long time... in his bedroom closet! Thanks for the tasting and the party!

On Saturday, I made a tomato, sausage, and meatballs pasta dish that we greedily devoured after an early evening workout at the gym. Later that night, we went downtown to meet up with an old friend of mine from Brandeis University, Jason F., thanks to Facebook: you never really lose touch with your network like we did in the past. All you need is a name and a few other details to reconnect after 10 years... It was great meeting up with Jason and reminiscing about our freshman antics. He reminded me of one particular story that involved trapping a fart in a snapple bottle and sharing it with some unfortunate soul several hours later.

I had a fantastic time over the weekend with John, hearing a lot of interesting stories and laughing quite a bit. I definitely found a good friend and also the first member of the new CouchNetSurfers team. John will be eradicating malaria by couchsurfing throughout the year. Thanks again John for hosting me and for being a part of this initiative!

To be continued...

59th Stop: New York City, NY (Part 1)

I’ve rarely been so stressed out about accommodations as I had been for our first night in New York City. I had decided to get a hotel for Louis and I next to Times Square.

It must have been Casey who started telling me stories about bedbugs infesting the entire city of New York and my brother-in-law Dave confirmed it. They told me to check the bedbug registry before booking anywhere.

After spending an hour or so on the site, I started to get overwhelmed with paranoia. Sh*t, the last thing I wanted to do was pick up some vagabonding bedbugs and export them in my bags to my next destination! Not to mention suffer the sting of their bites all night long (cue Lionel Ritchie). I finally settled on the Edison Hotel after seeing some ok reports.

When I got into the room, I did a full sweep, checking the sheets and the headboard. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one because it looked like the headboard had been ripped off the wall about 50 times (it actually slid off, but I made the same mistake of pulling it off, oops). I had never seen a bedbug so was I really in a position to identify one I asked myself?

Louis and I left for the drugstore to get some insurance: an aerosol can of bedbugicide and plastic garbage bags to put all of our stuff in. I had them both in my hands and then convinced myself that I was overreacting and needed to calm down. In the end, no problems.

We tried later that evening to get lottery tickets for Wicked but we weren’t too lucky. We ended up having dinner and getting to bed early.

The next day, I took Louis to the USS Intrepid, an aircraft carrier cum museum on the West side. We had a splendid time on the simulators and learning about the carrier’s history. Unfortunately, we couldn’t visit the Concord because it was closed on weekdays.

Louis' hands on deck!

SR-71 Blackbird on the right, coolest plane by far

Old helicopter 69

Later that day, I brought Louis to the airport and put him on the direct flight from NYC to Nice. I was reassured when the check-in agent came back to the gate after putting him on the plane and told me that he is adorable and that the flight attendants love him already!

It was a really special treat to be able to spend a little under a month with Louis and I want to thank Thomas and his family for bringing him over as well as my mom, Danny, my sister Maria and her husband Dave, Nan and my dad for hosting us during our stay. We had a wonderful time!

To be continued...