Postcard From: Bella Vendarimi in New York!

I'm sending you this postcard from New York, New York... Home of the brave and beautiful, the drunk and debauched, the powerful and pliant, the idiots and intellects. In a nut shell; beautiful, beautiful New York.

 

My first thought when I stepped off the plane.  Initially TV images of gangsters and serial killers flashed through my jet lagged mind, but a bunch of laughing American women and a tipsy airport taxi driver set me straight. They had what I came to know as a typically New York attitude; kind, wise cracking, no nonsense and a lot of fun. The first week here was truly amazing; New York was stupendous, alive, animated, explosive, gentle, fun, inspiring and it soon became my everything.
 

My craziest night was...  Pretty much every night in New York is crazy. Really. You can have/do/be anything you want. There's dancing on top of skyscrapers, party boats around the sparkling harbour, exploring the outrageous NY clubs, romantic dinners in tiny bistros, partying with Sean Lennon or any of the other New York regular/crazies, swimming in Central Park lagoon. Drunk. But don't tell my parents that. It's almost impossible to have a normal night in the Big Apple, the unexpected is always expected.

 

 

The coolest thing I saw was... Well it was more a feeling than anything else. I was at Club 205 in Manhattan on top of a glass skyscraper and I looked about me and saw people dancing their hearts out, huge smiles splitting their faces, I saw well suited stockbrokers charming each other with their thousand dollar shoes, couples caressing each other with loving Parisian movements, actors acting and party girls partying. The twinkling NY lights surrounding all of us as the music pounded and the city sung to its own tune. It felt like that was NY in a nut shell, all these diverse people going to excess, loving hard, playing hard. Living with all their hearts.

 

 

It's so different to home… Because in New York there are less sheep.

 

I'd like to come back next time because I'm a little addicted to the drug that is New York.  It really gets under your skin. The parks and museums, the theatre and arts festivals, the river and the beaches, but mostly it's the people, the people who come from so many diverse cultures and parts of the globe, coming to follow their dreams and live with gusto. They give New York that 'buzz', the one that hits you right in the gob as you step out onto the teeming, irrepressible side walks of Manhattan.

 

I'd recommend this place to you if you drink coffee, smoke cigarettes or have a serious drug addiction. You can just replace your addiction with New York. Okay, it's not as easy as that. In fact what am I talking about? Whatever extremity you had before New York you can count on it getting fabulously worse. But it's a lot of fun. Trust me. I'm an actor.