Waking up at JFK airport

Hello all!

After spending 8 hours (+some more due to the change of time-zones) in the air, we arrived to New York City. The language course in Rochester started one day later, so we had an afternoon and a night to spend in NYC, and planned to travel by train to our destination next day morning. The flight was great, I’ve never ever flew on such a big plane, where instead of six there are eight people sitting in a row. We get two delicious warm meals and when I get up to move my joints and go for a walk on the corridor, it takes more than 5 minutes to get from one end to the other. Each traveler had an ipad, on the person’s seat who was sitting in front of him with movies, serials, music albums, games, quiz, ‘moving map’ and other entertaining programmes. The long journey was good for getting to know each other better with the 2 other Hungarian girls as well. It’s not a exaggeration saying that this trip created a life-lasting friendship between us.

The funny thing was that even though we flew a lot of hours towards NYC, those in reality counted less, like 2-3 hours, and we have won time. We got on the plane in the afternoon in Berlin (we had a transfer there Budapest-Berlin-JFK), and we arrived somewhere in the afternoon, like if nothing had happened. Even if we were tired, undoubtedly none of us wanted to go to the hotel to rest. We had lot of energy and were restless and excited. Thanks Air Berlin for the comfortable journey and good service!

John F. Kennedy airport is one of the World’s biggest ones, with 9 different terminals, and trains which make connection between them. It was a quite long way till we found the exit, to the air-train which took us to Jamaica station, from where with the metro we got to Manhattan, where our hotel was. The air, the clouds, the sounds and even the subway was way different than we have ever experienced. The houses, the streets, the traffic lights, the trees were of other kind than we are surrounded by in Europe. Every impuls seems new. Even though we’ve already seen policemen in our country, the NYC policemen are absolutely different. And so on. Everything was different. Because it’s New York.

That feeling of freedom, the feeling that we’re more than 7000 km from home, touched me very much. As a simple Hungarian girl, I hadn’t dream about ever getting in the US supported by the uni and accompanied by friends. I think when someone reaches America for the first time in his life, his chin falls and he has such an owerwhelming sense of happiness and freedom, that even if something bad happens there, it still feels extraordinary. To reach America is a bigger and deeper satisfaction, than traveling anywhere around Europe. Even now, one year later while I'm writing, I have goose-skin, and I'm enormously missing that life-period.

P. S. : Sorry for the quality of the pictures, I'm not a professional photographer.

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