Everytime I travel everything seems to go perfect, but then something weird happens and ruins the start. Leaving JFK airport last night, I called Nicolas and said it was unbelievable but nothing had happened so far. Well, half an hour later I forgot one of my bags in the cab and felt totally different. A bag full of gummibears and the mixtape mp3-player Nicolas gave me for the trip. I'm glad I have my passport and cell phone, but it still sucks.

New York is gorgeous though. Last night's glimpse was beautiful, but today it's warm and the sun is coming out every once in a while. I got up early and walked half of Manhattan, saw lot's of different areas and sat in Central Park for a bit, where the lakes were still frozen up.

I bought myself food and almost feel home. A strange but nice feeling.

I was so annoyed of crazy tourists that I didn't dare to take many pictures. But there are some to come.