In fact it was the last post I wrote in New York. I kept it because he was embarrassed and wanted to write more. Then I forgot. Is unchanged.
I like how they wrote before. Much more than I usually leave now. Something will have to see the mood or something. The tildes are omitted because the keyboard Carcía them. Ñ \u200b\u200bthere, I think. There he goes.
BEFORE inevitably idealize a return not expected until two weeks before I knew it was imminent. For more postponement that has been tried. Eliminate the ugly of Lima, which is quite an achievement (if, then, Lima is horrible, just past architectures are saved and a few residential area reserved for some, respect opposing views, but I think always from romantic). He said, erase everything, you keep right and you see that this group is composed of a handful of people, those who want and know that I want.
In that state of mind I get a aferta anyone who enjoys adventure travel and some discarded. "We're going to Florida," says my cousin.
- We're in New York, I will not pay for a plane ticket, I'm going on Tuesday (it was Thursday).
- Did you see the car that is out, the Mitsubishi Eclipse?
- Does that blue putamadre?
- If, in that we go. Put on your backpack, some clothes and left. Twenty hours are more tracks and you'll help me manage.
- Ok-I said something excitedly gimme five minutes.
experiential learning to achieve during these months of living with my cousin, who before arriving in New York had seen once in my life, for over ten years (the only time he returned to Peru), told me that there was no need to ask questions like "who is the car?" or "Why do you say to me that I drive?". There was no reason to worry about the solutions: if I had to travel to Peru on Tuesday, he would find a way to get there before that day.
"Damn, man, as if you already did not know me, the ridge!", Reminding me that says I can change accents Puerto Rican, Dominican, Colombia (country and coastal included) as usual, to perfection, and even mix .
My cousin was sent to this country after finishing school, twenty or twenty years, almost forced by one of my uncles, his father, who looked no better blueprint for men who send their offspring to other countries to work no more real than their memories and some money. This story of my Plimo , deserves a separate post. Perhaps an entire blog or a book-style New Journalism. But let ...
So was that we traveled a good part of Highway 95. New York, New Jersey, Delaware, Virginia, the Carolinas (North and South), Georgia and eventually Florida. In Virginia, the first stop, I saw the friendly people, something that New York is rare, a detail of my life anhören Pennsylvania.El landscape begins with some pine trees and green fields can poke through the Carolinas, African-American population in its majority. Gradually, the palms are sticking out and the red liquid in thermometers as well. We are leaving Georgia to reach Florida. Ahi
Ponciania we stayed in a place that also deserves separate post, since it is a living example of how man destroys millions of years of natural life in order to build artificial comfort. Houses, mansions, clubs, supermarkets and luxury shops ... all mixed with lagoons, lush vegetation and some crocodiles accidents per year.
Fernando and Kathy, Dominican, Polish and American first generation, we stayed at home. They were very good hosts. They are friends of my Plimo . They moved to Florida their small daughters do not live just like them in poor neighborhoods in the Bronx and Brooklyn. "A infielno , hand, a veldadero infielno what it was that sometimes," says Fernando. And what they are achieving. Garnde have a house, swimming pool, their daughters go to school on foot and work in a mechanical and a travel agency they like. "This is the paradise, my friend Herb," \u200b\u200bKathy tells me that only knows how to say fuck, bug, hello, goodbye and one more word in English. DURING
Back to New York after enjoying the tranquility and peace of Ponciania, afternoons at Daytona and Cocoa Beach, is like a slap in the middle of furious sleep. Attempts to delay my return to Peru were in vain. I am in the world's largest cybercafe, say its owners, where I wrote several posts on NYC. I think even cancel the flight and stay here forever. This city is exciting, a vice for which you do not mind leaving everything as long as you keep living it and let you live. For more to know that can hurt you, make your life a slave to her rhythm. AFTER
no idea what lies ahead. I hope not regret it. They say the detoxification of an addictive substance can be very hard, never-ending period.
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