Finally, I walk for the first time in the American’s floor. First step : find a cab. I’m looking for it few minutes then I ask randomly to one of them, he told me to go in the head of the line. I had just from leaving, he opened his window, stuck his head out and yelled “WELCOME TO AMERICA !”. Well !
I finally took my cab, the driver was very nice, but when we was arrived, he asked me $65 for 30 minutes. Suddenly, he wasn’t nice at all anyomore.
First night in the hostel, I hurry to the first restaurant that I can find : a pizzeria. First mistake, I asked a medium size. Don’t do that, ever. I learnt here that the “medium” size for the pizzas are actually a 48-people-size. Argh.
I’m so exhausted, so I go directly to my bed. The next day, I spent all my day to install my appartment : furnitures, luggages… It’s very sunny : 91°F.
So, I’m in my appartment in my residence ! I’ll not tell the administratives procedures, becauses it’s very boring.
My fridge is empty, time to go to the WalMart. I expected fat guys everywhere, but not ! Where are my stereotypes ? It’s pretty hard to find food without fat, but at least they have Dr. Pepper and Mountain Dew. Just for that, that’s worth it to go in America, baby.
When I went out, big surprise : a woman in car offered me to give me a drive to my appartment to help me with my bags. I never saw that in France, wow.
Well, I’m ready now for my first work day tomorrow !