Route 66. Only by hearing the name I see the most different images before my eye: I’m dreaming of freedom, endless roads through the American Midwest and driving into the vast of a country, which seems more and more mysterious and at the same time fascinating to me with every visit. Did you know that the original Route 66 starts in the heart of Chicago? Almost right next to The Bean, the famous sculpture by Sir Anish Kapoor in Millennium Park? What a perfect opportunity to fit in a real American road trip following one of the most famous roads worldwide!
On the flight to New York, someone told me that the sunrise on the Brooklyn Bridge is spectacular. And so I had a plan for my short visit to New York: Getting up early, being on top of the Brooklyn Bridge right on time to watch the sunrise and then listening to the super-extended version of Frank Sinatra’s “My Way” or alternatively “Empire State of Mind” from Alicia Keys on my phone. Just to get into the ultimate New York City mood.
The best thing about flight to North America: I finally manage to get up early due to the jetlag. And I even get to see the sunrise for once. With a hotel next to the beach in South Beach: even better. But what isn’t beautiful in Miami? Beautiful people, beautiful beaches, beautiful light – beauty was born in Miami. And on top, Miami is full of art – like at the Wynwood Walls.
A piece of history, just like that. Sometimes this job takes you to places you never imagined. And sometimes you will find yourself in the most interesting moments of history. When I got to Washington, it was shortly after the new American president was elected – and two days before Christmas Eve. The city was empty, everything was being prepared for Christmas or the new president, and a strange atmosphere was taking over. Like the silence before the storm.
Is there any chance not to be amazed by New York? Especially during Chrismas Time? This hug city full of people, full of building, full of history. Every street corner tells a different story and looks familiar, probably because you might have seen it in one of those countless movies…
I just imagined Montreal and Canada in December really differently. It was my first time in Montreal, let alone Canada, and I expected snow. A lot of snow. Huge masses of snow. Instead I arrived during some unusual warm days in December and the last snow has just melt. No Canadian winter wonderland for me. What a shame, a bit of snow would have made the perfect background for my Christmas shopping in Montreal.