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Published: October 11th 2010
In my mad dash to get to the airport for NYC, the taxi driver popped the trunk so I could haul my luggage (without any assistance) into the trunk...the trunk sprung open like an animal trap and smacked me hard in the eyebrow...I was bleeding all the way to the airport and all the driver could offer was a tissue.
Upon arrival in this magnificent cacophony of sheer madness, the taxi driver lifted my luggage himself, opened the door for me and drove me (as if we were in the Indy 500 mind you) to Manhattan. All the taxis have a debit/credit card machine in the back seat and a TV so you can enjoy the news, weather, business, or my favourite, "People.com" or for the geography-minded, you can watch the map and follow your route.
Now, as I look at my crusty eyebrow, and prepare for my individual registration for the program tomorrow (will I be removed from the program because of my monstrous appearance ?) I am so happy to be a true "New Yorker" for the next five weeks. The energy here truly is quite remarkable and I'm loving the atmosphere in the village. The apartment is small and charming and the city...vast and infinite in what it has to offer.
I am here though finally, and though it rained and the tops of the skyline have all been decapitated by fog and mist...I know "I'm not in Kansas anymore..."
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