New York, New York

"I got out of the airport and into a cab. I rolled down the windows and took a deep breath of smoke and garbage and stale perfume and I said to myself, 'This is home.'" This is how my husband first described The City.

It has been called harsh, dirty and dangerous, a city of no rest, a crucible you cannot escape. But who would want to escape New York?

It's a city that slyly slips an energy shot into every person who walks her streets. And walk is what you will do - from matchbox sized apartments to bus stops, from buses to subway stations, from one subway station to another. And on these journeys you will meet artists, teachers, lawyers, salesmen; people from Cuba and Iran, Poland and Chile. And that is when you will fall in love. And become a part of this neurotic place, this 'beautiful catastrophe' called New York. A city of superlatives, a place where the best, the biggest, the brightest is simply, normal.