03/JAN/2000 in NYC

I had to be relax just the day. Because the plane would leave to Tokyo the next morning. I tried to enter a Korean nail shop I had checked the last day. There were no guest, just young and old 2 clerks. When I asked young woman to make feet massage, she made me sit down and began to wash my feet. 2 hours passed...... She had massaged my feet yet. So I asked her the price of massage. After she thought about something for a while, she said, "$100." You what??? Saying so she began to massage my back. And then I couldn't say anymore because of the comfort. When I go out of the shop,I got relax and beautiful nail and lost $150....(that back massage cost $50).

Anyway my feet felt so much better than the last day. I took a walk from the Madison Sq to the Union Sq. And then I went to SOHO, and did window shopping. There were New Yourkers, not tourist. So the day was weekday,not holiday yet. That was just a thing my looking for! At a coffee shop I was thinking about it.

What if I would go to Harlem by myself? I didn't want to give off getting Harlem yet. Just when I tried to go in the subway station, an old man talked me in front of the central park. He asked to go together seeing paintings at the museum. As I had thought going the metropolitan museum of art the next day, I tried going with him.

And then 2 Japanese sitting next to me gave a talk. The girl and boy said they were also tourists and she stayed at his room, and they invited me for dinner of that night. So we had dinner at a high class Spanish restaurant with his roommate. He was a guitarist living in NYC. When I heard his hard story in NYC,I thought he was great. In this city a lot of people live dreaming to be big like him.

After getting to the Empire state building, when I got to the apartment hotel, my host mother welcomed me. After I took a bath she prepared for me, we enjoyed the last talk. As she said I seemed feel like better than the last day, I explained about that Korean nail shop. She was surprised and said it was learning. Actually I wanted to talk with her more everyday. However as I was always so tired, I went to bed as soon as getting back. The biggest regret in NYC was I couldn't talk with her a lot.

04/JAN/2000 in NYC

In the next early morning, I found a piece of paper on the door. It was a message from her. I left the apartment hotel feeling joyful, with the paper.