Relation to "Hashish is Marseilles" and "Street Hauntings"

I relate to these two essays in two ways. One being that when I travel, I enjoy time to myself to walk around and do what I want to do. Never has it been in a foreign country because I haven't been fortunate to experience that yet. Second being that I'm intrigued by the unknown. I'm quite a curious person. If I'm not sure of something, I ask. If i don't know how to do something, I figure it out. In the end it all pans out to me being hard-headed and curious all at the same time, two characteristics of mine that rarely go hand-in-hand. Chicago and New York are two places that I've visited more than once and both times I found and discovered new things to love about both. Chicago is cleaner and the cab drivers aren't as neurotic, but New York has the better hot dogs and the cab drivers are just crazy. I suppose that is a generalization, but I find it to be true. I jumped on top of a not moving cab once and the cab driver didn't even blink an eye. He actually drove off, but I'm sure I would have done the same if I were in his position. It was almost like, who is this crazy chick from Memphis jumping on the hood of my cab, and why? The second time I was in New York was during the Presidents Day blizzard. It was awesome. My two friends were bummed that they couldn't go shopping because everything was closed, but I got them to appreciate it because we rarely ever get snow like New York does, actually I don't even remember a time that we've had snow like that. Chicago is the same way. I fell in love with the art school there and I was actually surprised to see how clean their city was. I went with my art class one year and that was one of the best experiences of my life. We were given the opportunity to run around and do what we wanted at least three different times. It's were I actually met and became close to one of my best friends now. I enjoyed both essays in that they were both almost completely opposite, yet had a lot of the same things going on. I like different approaches to writing whether it be a personal experience written about a few days after, or just a written out chronological order of things in a story. I couldn't pick which one I enjoyed most if I wanted to, really. Because they were both the same yet completely different. And I find that I am more and more of an ambiguous person every day.