New York City

While I was still flying the Atlantic Ocean, I started thinking if all of that could be real. I planned and waited almost 10 years to go to New York and now my dream city was just a few thousand km away.
I wasn't really sure about what to expect from that city, but I was quite sure that it would be more than great.
After landing in Newark International Airport, all started to get kind of blurry. Things were faster, and all the adrenaline running through my veins was making me feel dizzy. Like a weird dream, amazing things started to happen. Since meeting Safiatou, a French girl studying in NY, who helped us getting to Manhattan, till meeting a weird nice guy who found our hotel for us. But I must say that jetlag wasn't helping that much either.

After getting out of the subway, I felt a huge emptiness in my heart once I saw Ground Zero site. I kept my thoughts away from my friend, but deep inside I was crying. You can cut the air with a knife down there. It's huge, it's dark, and the energies you get from there make you feel the biggest emptiness you'll ever feel.

After that, New York was just one of the most perfect places I've ever been to.

Cried in Central Park while ice-skating, peed to a bottle in Times Square during the New Years Eve, met Milda and walked through the city with her, saw the sunset over Brooklyn, took photos, laughed, cried, wet my feet in ice puddles and in the end I had the best time of my life.

Then there I was, flying back home, flying back from a dream. In the end I'll always have New York in my mind and in my heart. I'll always have that special place where I had a great time with Nuno, and with Milda.