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A couple of weeks ago I had a business trip to New York, I needed to leave Guatemala and get to New York ASAP as I was helping my brother to place a hotel supply order for Guatemala. Not only I love to do business but to travel so I guess it was going to be a perfect time for us. I guess I was really excited as I'd never been there before. I was looking forward to visiting this enigmatic place that has been going through a lot of changes. I guess after September 11th New York turned into a symbol of hope and freedom all at once. More than anything else I wanted to visit the Statue of liberty and the Empire State building, but it was a good experience to visit both places, so full of history and meaning. People from all over the world visit these two places. I was amazed that after this tragedy New York is so full of life.
I always heard about the subway systems so I really wanted to live the
experience and I was impressed with the amount of people that travel
every single day in those. You have to be fast and clever to make sure
you don?t get lost of you get the wrong station, that was a good
experience for me. But guess what during; the experience my friend Jan
and I, got lost, they funny thing was that she supposed to be the tour
guide as she was in NY a couple of years ago, not only that but she was
getting tired and I love that kind of rush and she doesn?t. So it was a
tense and fun experience for me.
Pablo Castañeda is a Guatemalan writer and spends his time between his country and the U.S. He is the author of Latin Lovers: Do We Really Exist? To read Pablo?s complete bio, click here
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A couple of weeks ago I had a business trip to New York, I needed to leave Guatemala and get to New York ASAP as I was helping my brother to place a hotel supply order for Guatemala. Not only I love to do business but to travel so I guess it was going to be a perfect time for us.
We got to the point that she decided we were going to take a cab, and
we did once we though our salvation was the cab. Our hopes were
destroyed when we realized the guy didn?t know how to get to our final
destination in Brooklyn, and then I got so mad that I told the guy to
simply stop the cab and go from there. He felt really bad and guess
what? He was from somewhere from the Middle East so the stereotype was
true, all those taxi drivers are from India, Pakistan, or so. After
that we were able to find a subway station that will take us home
(hotel) , we were so tired after that, I think we walked all together
like 10 to 15 miles and we were not in out best moods.
That tells
you something.









