I am in JFK. After waking up at 5, and dueling an epic battle with my luggage. I won, on your F A C E stupid suitcase!, I took my flight to New York. I am now in the Big Apple, and no, I am not doing what normal people do when they go to NY, going to Broadway, counting skycrappers, kissing strangers as if it was WWII. No, I am much more creative than that, I am stuck in the airport. I ´ve been sitting here for hours and I am not entirely sure certain body parts are still there. On top of that, my flight is delayed. Yay!