We were aware apartments in Manhattan especially on 42nd St were small but we didn’t realize how small George's apartment was until the moment we stepped into it. I was thinking, “how am I going to survive here for the next 5 days in this tiny apartment?” I didn’t expect the bed to be touching 3 walls!

HOWEVER, all that didn’t matter once we get a good rest on the comfy “transformer-bed” equipped with air condition in the room (it was summer!). And of course, George, the friendliest host in the entire New York. We were practically strangers to New York but that changed instantly once we stepped into apartment 3R.

George went beyond what a normal person would do. He tried to make us feel as comfortable as possible. He tried to help us as much as he could. He gave good advise on food, attractions, laundry to shopping! He treated us like family. The feel good factor did not end there. I totally did not expect George to prepare us the BIG American breakfast! Seriously, that was the BEST pancake ever! I swear! So, please insist (sorry to let go this secret George!)

After staying there for 5 days, size does not matter anymore but humanity does.