Good news finally!  Got to get these people out of here so that I have my seat on Saturday's flight.  Yesterday we spent 3 hours in MoMa and saw paintings from great masters like Picassa, Matisse, Goya, Kahlo, Rivera, Rothko and the list continues.  Then we had lunch at Hotel Warwick bar and saw Viggo Mortensen!  Alive!  We were extatic (hmmm, some mispelling here...).

At the night we went walking to Village and Soho and found the best Italian restaurant for a long time, Otto.  Enjoyed really, great place and food was amazingly good.  Nice wines of course.

Then to the serious part.  We have been thinking the meaning of this.  Why we are stuck here, Sari and me?  Is there something to learn?  Or find out?  In addition to have some more days to go sight seeing.