The cab got me to the hotel in less time than I'd expected. When the cab stopped and the guy at the hotel tried to open my door, I had to look up and wonder what happened. It was a lovely ride, and the cabbie answered my inquisitive questions politely but wasn't gregarious. I looked eagerly at the lovely old-looking buildings, at narrow streets, at the sun shining brightly between skyscrapers. I saw flowers on a street and marveled at the bright flowers I had never seen before.
After dumping my bags in my room and taking a much-needed shower, I venture out into the streets. I don't bring my coat: it hadn't seemed cold enough. But the cold seeps up my arms, even though it only seems to caress my face.
People are so polite here. Strangers smile at me and greet me in the hotel. In this, the largest and busiest city in the world, people have time to be friendly. It makes me very happy.
I go back into my warm room. I am really sleepy now but am fighting it, because I have so much to do today and don't want sleep to weigh me down.