patrícia furtado

There are no words to express how tired I feel right now. Exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe it, I’m totally knocked out, aching all over, falling apart. I feel like two weeks of this may be enough to kill me.

What’s the rush, I keep asking myself, why the eagerness, why the impatience? I don’t know, it’s stronger than me. New York is out there, it’s spectacularly huge, and although I’m here for two weeks, the clock is ticking loudly in my head and doesn’t allow me to waste time. Walk, walk, walk!

Greenwich Village and SoHo are adorable and quirky. Much more relaxed than the big avenues, as people seem to slow down and enjoy life in a different way. It’s so interesting to see the different moods of this city.

The system of fast and slow trains on the subway seems confusing, but it’s not that hard to get used to it. New Yorkers don’t drive much. And as the cabs and limos get stuck in the gridlocked traffic, the subway really is the fastest way to move around. That’s why you find every kind of people down there, even the high powered suited executives.

Everything needs to be fast around here. Including the food, of course. But that’s a whole other story!