The intense yet thrilling trip to The States didn’t end in Chicago, we had just one more stop to cross off our itineraries: Disneyland in California! Needless to say, the two day trip to Disneyland and Disney Adventure Park was such a wrap. And this time we sure cannot help not bringing some Disney memento back home, so our first attraction to visit was the souvenir shop. I wanted to bring home Marie the cat’s hat, but ended up getting Yoda’s hat while Adhi got himself Chewie’s. Worth every penny.
I ended 2016 and began 2017 doing something I never really thought in a lifetime I would do: taking a train trip from the very easternmost state of United States of America to the very westernmost one. Yes, together with some amazing companions, I journeyed through the land of U.S.A., which is pretty much equivalent with literally going from the easternmost border of the continent of North America to the westernmost side. By road. Yes, it was one heck of a remarkable once-in-a-lifetime trip in summary.
Chicago was our third destination during our first trip to The States. Having learned from the previous couple of cities, I had a feeling that this city was also going to be all about expecting the unexpected. I’ve never had a particular amibition to make a visit here, as neither have I about NYC and Washington that were such metropolitan cities I thought I wouldn’t fall for, but Peter (and other sources on internet) convinced Adhi and me that we had to celebrate the New Year’s Eve in Chicago. It was apparently a wise decision to make and I’ll sure…
I truthfully came to Washington without any expectations. Just like New York, this capital of the States was actually never on my bucket list, but the proximity to New York ensured me that we had to spend at least a day trip here. And all those world famous Smithsonian Museums, of course, I couldn’t say no to such opportunities. So after wrapping up in NYC, Adhi, Peter, May, and I headed south towards Washington D.C. Me, feeling excited but not so much, is apparently about to be so wrong.
I’ve never been a fan of bustling, light-striking metropolitan city and I don’t think I ever will. Even after NYC. Where concrete jungles where dreams are made of sanction the majestic pillars of modern urban livelihood of 21st century, the streets that make ones feel brand new are always far from quiescence, and the lights inspire its people to keep on chasing their own American dreams. Because, well, sirens are all around, the streets are mean, and noise is always loud, yeah?