For some reason, my secondary school thought that ski trips to France and Italy were overrated… so they took us to New York. I’m so lucky to have had such an awesome experience when I was only 14: Three days of exploring the ‘Big Apple’ with my classmates and no parents before a week of skiing in New Hampshire!
I was totally overwhelmed by how cool the city was. Everywhere you look there’s towering skyscrapers, pretty much just how I’d imagined it. I’d chosen New York as the topic for my GCSE art project, so after all those (terrible) sketches of taxis and paintings of the Brooklyn bridge, I finally got to put the pencils down and experience it for real.
We ate at the Hard Rock Café in Times Square, visited the Rockefeller centre and the strawberry fields memorial in Central Park and even got to experience the top of the Empire State building on Valentines night. There were a lot of proposals, tears, hugging and kissing. It seems pretty magical to think about now but I remember thinking it was kind of gross at the time (I was young… FORGIVE ME!)
After experiencing the hustle and bustle of New York, we were then packed onto a bus and driven to our ski resort 8 hours away. Even though I’m cheating by including two places on one post, New Hampshire was the best place I have EVER skied and therefore I think it deserves a mention. The snow was amazing, my ski instructor was fantastic and most importantly it was the best way to escape from (what I thought was) super stressful school work. If only I’d have known then what university exams were gonna be like!