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¿Qué hice los próximos 4 días?

Llega sábado, así que decido ir a comer por Soho, dónde casualmente veo un restaurante mexicano y decido quedarme ahí. 

Dato curioso para fumadores: en NY no puedes fumar en las terrazas. Justo cuándo salía fuera, una chica me para y me pide un mechero, y seguidamente dice con extremo entusiasmo: I AM GETTING WAXED SO I NEED A DRINK. Así que como cualquier persona normal, dije: You want to have a drink with me?

Y así ocurrió. A las 2 de la tarde empezamos a beber y beber. Traen la cuenta y ahí caigo en que yo no soy rica. Más bien pobre. ¡¡Una cuenta de 300 dólares!! Y la chica saca 350 (que no falten los tips americanos), y sin ningún miramiento lo paga. Estupefacta me quedé. 

Os lo voy a contar. Quizás fui muy directa pero tuve que preguntar cómo se ganaba la vida. Y dijo así: "soy modelo, por lo que sé cómo una mujer puede vender con solamente su físico." Lo explicaré de manera sencilla: ella tenía una aplicación con la que tenía 3-4 clientes con los que hablaba y básicamente les distraía durante el día ya sea con mensajes o fotos. Bueno, pues esta broma le generaba unos ingresos de ¡¡¡9000 dólares mensuales!!! 



Tras unas horas cambiamos de bar no muy lejos, y conocimos a dos chicas más que vivían en Brooklyn y nos pasamos toda la noche con ellas. Fuimos al bar Coyote, un bar popular conocido por una película famosa. 

Los días siguientes conocía a gente por la ciudad y me quedaba con ellos durante la tarde y luego hacíamos planes más locales, cómo ir al parque a hacer un café, tomar una cerveza en un bar pijo, ir a los restaurantes más buenos y económicos, y etc. En resumen, viví más que visité. Y me encantó. 

Y ahí me di cuenta que cuándo viajas, no se trata tanto de visitar todos los monumentos históricos o culturales, sino más de vivir la experiencia desde un punto de vista local. Sólo así puedes entender y enamorarte de un determinado país. 

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What did I do the next 4 days?

Saturday arrives, so I decide to have lunch in Soho area, where I happen to see a Mexican restaurant and decide to stay there.

Curious fact for smokers: in NY you cannot smoke on the terraces. Therefore, right when I was going outside, a girl stops me and asks for a lighter, and she immediately says with extreme enthusiasm: I AM GETTING WAXED SO I NEED A DRINK. So like any normal person would do, I said: Do you want to have a drink with me?

And so it happened. At 2 in the afternoon we started drinking and drinking. They brought the bill and then I realized that I was not rich. Rather poor. A $300 bill!! And the girl takes out of her pocket 350 dollars (don't forget the famous american tips), and pays it without any regard. I was stunned.

Let me tell you something. Maybe I was too direct but I had to ask how she made a living. And she answered this: "I'm a model, so I know how a woman can sell with just her physique." I'll explain it simply: she had an app where she had 3-4 clients that she would talk to and basically distract them throughout the day with either messages or photos. Well, this absurdism generated an income of $9,000 a month!!!


After a few hours we left to another bar not far away, where we met two more girls who lived in Brooklyn and spent the whole night with them. Afterwards, we went to the Coyote bar, a popular bar known from a famous movie.

The following days I met people in the city and I stayed with them during the afternoon, where I exerienced the typical local to-do`s, as for example, going to the park to have a coffee, having a beer in a posh bar, going to the best and cheapest restaurants, etc. To sum up, I lived more than I visited. And I loved it.

And that's when I realized that when you travel, it's not so much about visiting all the historical or cultural monuments, but about living the experience from a local point of view. Only then can you understand and fall in love with a certain country.

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