The Big Apple

M y first visit to New York was seven years ago. Travelling with a couple of friends in a group tour for a week was probably the most exciting activity that you can do as a freshman. Among these blurry memory pieces, one thing I remember distinctly on this trip was sprinting through the streets in Time Square and taking lots of photos of the giant digital screens and billboards at 10 A.M., just because our tour guide said, “Let’s meet here again after 45 minutes. Don’t be late!” That was a good exercise. But most of my pictures were blurry. In the end of the trip, I felt like I was rushing through all the tourist attractions in New York, but, technically, did...