Sadness, tears, the fear of those seeing you off. I'm a little scared myself, but the fear fades and turns into a meaningless word when you imagine what awaits you... And what awaits? The unknown, a journey, a new life. How we love to start all over again. And starting over in America, where people have been going for centuries to start fresh, the beginning seems to be painted in the brightest colors.
Irkutsk. A good city, I'm sure! But, as sad as it may sound, the place of our permanent residence, the place associated with our everyday problems and worries, sooner or later becomes a gray, banal, and uninspiring space. For me, Irkutsk is a symbol of mundane life, so I left this life with joy...
The first, very small portion of joy was provided by S7 Airlines. The stunning color of the plane, delicious food, and a "gentle" pilot (he really did take off and land gently =)))) gave the first plus to this trip.
The first grain of luck was provided by fate already in Moscow. We were met by a very good person who didn't leave us in trouble, i.e., in Moscow. =)
Moscow... It's hard to count how many millions of people have lived in this city, but it's obvious that very different millions have lived there. The capital seemed far from unambiguous to me... The heart of Moscow is undoubtedly beautiful, but it has become overgrown with gray and nondescript houses, which, just as undoubtedly, take away a share of its charm. But my thoughts had long been abroad, so I didn't manage to have a coherent dialogue with this space. Let's hurry to Sheremetyevo 2!
It's extremely strange, but there were no delays!
#advice #1
I noticed a strange peculiarity... When I flew the Irkutsk-Moscow-Paris route, absolutely all the luggage was wrapped. It's obvious that people are afraid for the safety of their belongings, and that's normal. But when I was flying out of NY, I didn't notice any wrapped luggage, except for ours... It's obvious that people weren't afraid for the safety of their luggage! Perhaps this is explained by the fact that we only flew 40 minutes to Boston, but still... the things were loaded and unloaded after all. Actually, here is the advice: definitely pack your things when you fly with a Russian airline (because this is the unanimous opinion of all Russian passengers) and when you have many transfers. =)
Yes, I was in Paris. But one hour at Charles de Gaulle Airport is very little! =( Quickly took a photo of the frogs and onwards to NY!
JFK (John F. Kennedy International Airport) didn't seem that huge the first time. Only a suspicion of it appeared, because we were "parking" for about 40 minutes =))
Another grain of luck! We were met in NY by a person the likes of whom I am unlikely to meet again...
Three days in NY... We did what crazy tourists do who have a few miserable hours to see the whole city, and they rake, absorb, turn their heads, take pictures, and that's it... And emptiness. A huge amount of information and pictures will ultimately leave no real emotions or experiences in your head.
The first meeting with the ocean, but no... Something is wrong! It gloomily pushes us away with its cold...
I want to leave for Miami faster... Let's go to the bus.
