A new start...

Hey, here is my first publication.
Well, I've read that anything makes a good subject as long as you take your time and crystallize the details !
The bad news is neither don't I have much time for writing down something that might never be considered worth reading it nor having any idea how to crystallize details. That being said I'll try to satisfy myself as much as possible while hoping for you (my only reader) to enjoy yourself as well!

Anyway, I want you to have all the background before I start bothering you with a multitude of details relating with my so exciting life in a somewhat none proper english.

From Geneva to New York :
After having been carrying aloft by a very sophisticated Swiss international air lines plane for more than 9 hours across the Atlantic and a part of New York state I eventually happened to land at the Airport of Rochester, NY on February 4th at 11.00 p.m.

I've had single-serving sugar, single-serving sweetner sugar substitute in my single tiny cup of coffee, single pat of butter and single cake for snack; a single standardized microwave meal "ready to eat" for lunch comfortably compressed on my single rigid seat.

However, my first experience dealing with American people took place eleven hours earlier at the Airport of NY, I could accurately remember the sudden roar all around me, the Gate number 9 was full of what looked like loud American people all carrying suitcases, huge bags, children.
I felt a bit lightheaded and dizzy while I watched myself stumbling out from the crowd. I needed a drink so I sat down in a Bar and ordered a beer, after staring at me for a few seconds, the good looking but plumpy waitress eventually asked me for my I.D with the most pathetic tones ever,
"Well, I have no Idea of what you say" I answered , and made my first pitful English joke ever without even knowing it.
Luigi along side Debbie (You'll learn who those people are) were both waiting for me at the Airport of Rochester. I checked my baggage out and there was I, fresh from east french board ready to embrace a brand new life in Rochester.

The American dream in action

Rochester is a city in New York State south of Lake Ontario in the United States, it was also once known as The Flour City. Don't ask me why cause I have no idea. Maybe because Rochester was the largest flour-producing city.
The mean February temperature is 23.6 °F (−4.7 °C).
Although I didn't expect high temperatures and sun climate what I found here froze me to death ! It is often cold and snowy, grey and dark...

Why?

The official purpose of my trip was to be working as an intern in the field of exercise physiology at the well known Cardiac Rehab Center called "Strong Heart program". I needed to pursue a mandatory internship in order to get my Master Degree in the Field of "Sport, Performance and Quality of Life".

The non-official purpose of my trip was to become one of the most famous none-Professional Poker player... I was raised on T.V to believe that it would exist a slight chance for me to be a pokerstar, I eventually realize that the odds against I being a poker pro converge on to a near zero expectation. So, I'm starting to figure it out...

Unknown feeling

I hated to admit it but I was a little bit nervous. Not I was reluctant to work with a new staff in U.S but I had a strange feeling of what would be happening there. That didn't make my decision easy, though the idea of living abroad for a few months was certainly appealing. It felt just like a part of me didn't want to take off. But anyway, I knew I'd go there because I had to...

Interrogations...

I didn't ask to myself the usual questions that most of people ask to themselves before moving in an other country :
"How would I fit?" "Would I be manageable ?" "Would the staff accept me? "

My interrogations was more like : "Would I be arrested at the airport because the word " Bomb" slipped accidentally out of my mouth ?"; "Would I miss my plane?"; Would Luigi be possibly connected with Sicilian mafia?; "Would my french attitude poison people around?"

What's next...

Ho You, my reader will be the only one to know what will happen to me in the next episodes.
What's coming next below :

How loud my roommate is, how fucking cold the city is, how did I nearly become an alcoholic, how good in english I got, how bad I have run with playing online poker, how awful the american food is, how nice are people I work with, how easy american girls are, how did I play in a South Park episode as a guest star, how will I end up killed by russian mafia in the next Cronenberg trailer, how fool you are to read this blog till the end ...

Picture of the day :

Quote of the day : "You met me at a very strange time in my life"

Hand of the day :