Ocean City: Reiseführer, Preise und kostenlose Unterkunft · 2026

SSSaniya Shonbayevashonbaeva99 · 06.12.2019Lesen

The city where I spent most of my summer was called Ocean City, Maryland. It borders right on the state of Delaware, which is actually where my job was located. There, I met a woman who worked at a Baptist church. She told me about all the life hacks that came in handy for me later on. What I love about Ocean City is that there are churches and student organizations that help J-1 students. For example, several times a week they hosted free breakfasts, lunches, and dinners, as well as various events like pool parties, and in early June, they give away free bicycles. On my first day, I got one of those beauties too. No one asks for your documents; it all depends on your conscience. Of course, at the end of the season, you need to return the bike, and I don't think that's any trouble at all considering it will serve you all summer. And my first piece of advice: if anyone is going to this city, run to the church as soon as you arrive if you want to get a free bike. You can track all the news here: https://www.facebook.com/ocbaptistchurch/ Second, don't be afraid to meet new people. Personally, I'm not the type to make acquaintances easily, but in America, it was different. I was very sociable and wasn't afraid to be open-minded. It's so cool to have friends from different countries. Also, upon arriving in Ocean City, I faced some housing issues. My landlord at the time let me down, and I urgently needed to find something new, otherwise, I would have spent the night on the street. I sorted out my problem immediately, as I mentioned earlier, and even managed to get a bike. Yes, that all happened in one day. Here is another tip: when you are looking for housing, never send a deposit, because everything can be agreed upon verbally, but if you find a house, find a backup option too. Once you are there, you can decide, and no one will do anything to you if you turn down one place or another. But you will be sure that you have a place to stay upon arrival. No one guarantees that you won't end up in the same situation as me. Next, I started settling into my job. My first impression was wrong, not what I had imagined. In the team, no one spoke Russian except me, so it was a good chance to improve my English. Then, I found a second job, and it was the opposite there—almost everyone spoke Russian. Over time, I started to get used to it and didn't feel any discomfort. Tip: Every boss loves it when an employee gives their all at work. I don't mean working like a horse, but just knowing your job from A to Z and not standing around doing nothing. For example, if a task doesn't concern you, you can offer your help; they will only like that. In any case, you won't go unnoticed. By the way, you will probably be notified about this, but I want to add something from myself. Upon arrival, get yourself a bank card. You don't necessarily have to get a Bank of America card; you can get one from PNC, for example. At the beginning of the summer, there will be a huge line at Bank of America. And why do you need a card in general: 1) Your salary goes directly to the card, and it's a safer way to store money. 2) In any case, you will go traveling, and you need to buy, for example, a ticket. I bought everything through my friend's card, and as a result, I had problems. Let me explain: I planned to go to Las Vegas, I had already bought the tickets, but upon arriving at the airport, they told me at the check-in counter that my flight was canceled, but they didn't refund my money. Naturally, I bought the tickets using someone else's card, and to solve this problem, I needed to go to the bank with the owner of that card. Why would someone want to waste time on your business? Therefore, keep this fact in mind and get a card, because it will be useful not only for buying tickets. Having money on a card is much more convenient than keeping it in cash. It seems like such small things, but they play an important role. Ocean City is about a three-hour drive from New Yor

VDVolha Daroshkaolya_doroshko7 · 08.12.2017Lesen

Landing in New York in June 2016, I couldn't imagine, unlike some other students, shedding tears of admiration or marveling at every millimeter of my journey. My mind was on completely different things. I was flying alone at 19, with not-so-fluent English. Where to now? Before the flight, I met someone online who was supposed to meet me at the airport, show me the city, and explain everything. But I didn't see him. I stood there for about 40 minutes, and I couldn't connect to the Wi-Fi. Relying on this person, I hadn't even bothered to look up the exact route to my town for the next 3 months - Ocean City, NJ. It was evening, around 8 o'clock. And there I was, miserable, suitcase in hand, looking around the huge airport. Naturally, the next morning, happy (or not quite), I was already exploring the city by the ocean, because, as they say, a tongue will get you to Kyiv. To be honest, I didn't understand much the first week. I kept asking people to repeat themselves, but I didn't try to avoid conversations. I'm an open person, and it's hard for me without communication. Plus, I met very patient Americans who found it endearing rather than annoying. Two weeks after my arrival, while walking along the boardwalk, I accidentally met an elderly American. By that time, the language barrier had completely evaporated. We went to a nearby cafe and discussed politics, the relationship between Russia and America, and the problem of international terrorism. Fortunately, my university major allows me to do that. And, oh miracle, the conversation flowed so calmly, without pauses or searching for the right words. That day, I realized I was starting to immerse myself in this atmosphere. The atmosphere of an English-speaking country. Giving advice to J-1 visa newcomers, I just want to repeat an old truth - don't be afraid to open your mouth :) Just speak, with mistakes, slowly. But speak. A native speaker will always encourage your desire to speak their native language. Over time, I assure you, your level of conversational English will improve significantly. And what should you do at first, when, in your opinion, Americans have mush in their mouths, and for some reason, they don't understand your "perfect" English? Nobody has canceled sign language :) No, seriously. I've seen many cases where Russians tried to convey something to an American, gesturing so wildly that they swept everything in their path. But I'm sure that's not your case. You have basic knowledge; it's just important to understand how to expand it correctly and how to properly use the time given to you in America.

NBNatasha Belyaevasolnyshko_1994 · 24.11.2015Lesen

Gale-force winds, torrents of water from the sky, some blurry lights in the distance – hello, New York, we finally met! Not exactly how I imagined you, of course, but still. My heart is going 'thump-thump', my brain is like 'mission number 1 – find my suitcase among hundreds of others, mission number 2 – find the guys from E-Point who will take me home'. Is there anyone here who speaks Russian, hey? Control passed, stamp in the passport placed, mission number 1 successfully completed – the suitcase is with me. Mission number 2.. By the way, yes, E-Point is such a cool organization that handles literally everything related to a student's 'Work and Travel' summer at quite affordable prices: finding housing for the duration of the stay in the States, transportation to and from the airport, organizing trips to the most popular tourist spots in the country, and, in general, that's quite a list. There is a small 'but', this team only works on the East Coast with resort towns like Ocean City, Bethany Beach, Rehoboth Beach, and Easton. If you are heading to one of them in the summer, consider yourself lucky. From New York, they will take you right to the doorstep of your American 'home' – fast, with loud music in the speakers. I wanted to end on 'comfortably', but then I thought that this point is a bit questionable, so let's stick to the first two. Fast and with music – yay! This is what the 'E-Point' super-spacious all-terrain vehicle looked like, which we used to get to Washington in August. Finding their representative was not difficult: a guy with a huge white banner in a white t-shirt – everything branded – was standing with a cup of coffee right at the entrance to Terminal 1 of JFK airport and chatting with students already gathered around him. I approach, check in. Everyone is discussing something animatedly. I listen. And then someone suddenly asks me a question. I think, well, now I'll show them, did I study English for three years at university for nothing?! And somehow it didn't work, I didn't answer, I squeezed out some phrase at a schoolboy level, got confused, and fell silent. Does anyone speak Russian, guys? No one. A Czech guy in Czech, a trio from Romania in Romanian, a girl from Austria standing alone on the sidelines – where did I end up? And I had to wait an eternity for departure. The flight of the last group of students was delayed for a couple of hours, and we couldn't leave without them. You can't go outside – it's pouring rain, maybe eat something (I'd love some soup or potatoes with a cutlet) – fast food everywhere – and I couldn't swallow a bite, poke the phone – the battery gave up. I started wondering if I really like it here. After (attention!) 8 hours, we finally set off. In a small 'minibus' designed for 14 seats, there were 18 or even more of us sitting. Well, how 'sitting', we were barely squeezing against each other, shoving briefcases under our feet – we're moving, and that's fine, and good – everyone was too tired to pay attention to the inconvenience. 10 minutes after departure, we were already snoring peacefully to the sounds of American pop music, resting our heads on the shoulders of those sitting next to us. Soon 'home', soon 'home', soon.. Bethany!<3

VSVioletta Solodkovave-tochka · 19.11.2015Lesen

My American story, as it usually happens, began at a New York airport, where we, three friends ready for the best summer of our lives, arrived at the end of May. (Meet: Kristina in glasses, Me (Violetta), and Veronika) It took about 6 hours to get to our future workplace. Therefore, we had arranged in advance with a Russian-speaking agency for transportation to another city. A small bus arrived at the airport for us, into which, according to an old Russian tradition, they packed twice as many students as it could actually hold, and like a tin of sardines, we set off on our journey. Our driver turned out to be a Russian immigrant. He was one of those who came to the States from the USSR in the early eighties for a better life and Pepsi-Cola. He hadn't let go of the steering wheel all this time and had now retired on a well-deserved American pension. According to him, among immigrants, only children and pensioners live well; the state takes the most care of these two categories. That is why in America everyone works like a horse until retirement, just to finally live a little once they reach it. Go on a Caribbean cruise, skydive, take up car racing. Seriously! Pensioners here have just as much fun as the youth! The driver has lived here for almost 30 years, but still hasn't lost his characteristic Russian accent. He belongs to that category of Russians in America that Dovlatov wrote so much about. They love to talk about Russia in a comparative context at every opportunity, they are nostalgic every other word, but they don't want to go back. And there's no reason for them to. We were heading to a small town, Ocean City, on the ocean coast. There, I was to spend 4 months doing seasonal work. (Ocean City, Boardwalk, photographer Chris Parypa) (Gold Coast Mall) (Boardwalk from the inside, photographer Chris Parypa) (Ocean City. View from our workplace) While the driver was spinning yarns about the life of a Russian immigrant in the States, I didn't peel myself away from the window, examining one-story America. The roads, compared to Russian ones, are just a fairy tale! This country is made for motorists, not pedestrians. And what can you say, when children are taught from a young age that at 16 they will already have their first car. In local driving schools, thirteen-year-olds study, where traffic rules are explained in the form of cartoons and games, and for a correct answer at the blackboard, they get a candy. That's why their roads are smooth and driving is very safe. Looking ahead, I can't help but share the story of how I and my friends – Veronika and Kristina – rented our first car in our lives for a trip. http://worktravel.ru/ExPosts/posts/e4c9c5b7-18ba-41cc-abc1-a5550003876a/?blogpostpage=1

ДГДиляра Гатиятуллинаdilyara.gatiyatullina · 01.02.2015Lesen

Now I want to move on to the second word of the Work and Travel program. Oh, those travels! During this trip to America, we visited 6 of its states. Some might say it's not enough (especially since we didn't visit the western part of the USA), but for our first experience, it was something! But let's take things in order. First of all, it's worth mentioning the city where we lived for 3 months. Rehoboth Beach is a small but very pleasant resort town on the east coast of America. Americans come here to spend their vacation: to lounge on the beach, swim in the ocean, and go shopping in local stores (our state stood out favorably from all the others due to the absence of sales tax). That's why life is buzzing here in the summer - bars and restaurants are open until late at night, there are always many people on the streets, and during the day, there's nowhere to drop an apple on the beach. That is why all visiting international students are in demand here as service staff. But I have already talked about work, and I haven't yet talked about the love for this city that emerged. In this hustle and bustle and constant busyness, we somehow overlooked the charm of our place of residence for a long time. If you ignore the huge flow of visiting tourists constantly replacing each other, Rehoboth Beach is one of the wonderful cozy towns in America where everyone knows each other. This is especially noticeable in winter when there are no visitors (of course, I only know about this from stories). And of course, the proximity to the ocean is the main attraction of the city! When our summer in Rehoboth was coming to an end, my friend and I decided that we needed to watch the sunrise at least once while sitting by the waves. How sorry we were later that we didn't think of this earlier (although, to be honest, with such a work schedule and constant lack of sleep, we wouldn't have been able to do it often). What we saw will remain in our memory for a long time... We were not alone on the coast - there were many such lovers of beauty. Someone was just sitting on the beach, immersed in their thoughts, someone was playing with their children, someone was walking their dog, and someone was just strolling, or like us, photographing this miracle of nature. So my advice to you: if you have the opportunity to live near the ocean, do not miss this opportunity, and spend as much time as possible on its shore (the coast is especially beautiful at late or, conversely, early times, free from the huge influx of those wishing to sunbathe). Another advantage of our city was the church community, where elderly local residents very actively helped international students. For them, it was something like charity, and they really did a lot to make our lives easier. They did various things: from Monday to Thursday they held free dinners where you could eat well, gave students bicycles for the whole summer (also for free), and also organized excellent day trips at very low prices. Thanks to them, our travels began: we went to Washington in this way and later to the state of Pennsylvania (where a chic program was organized for us: meeting the Amish settlement, lunch at an expensive hotel, going to a concert, and visiting a memorial railway station). All this cost us one day (we just had to ask at both jobs for the day off to coincide with the trip) and quite modest sums. Another trip (to Niagara Falls) was organized without the help of the community, but with the active participation of international students. And besides that, my friend and I independently went to the nearby Ocean City - the local tourist epicenter of the state of Maryland. On days when only half a day was free, we naturally spent it without going anywhere: either soaking on the beach or going to the cinema/cafes/shops (we always especially missed such half-days off...). Thus, we always tried to use our time with maximum benefit so that we could both travel and recover (traveling, despite all its plea

ООльгаMiss_Sumire · 12.04.2011Lesen

Undoubtedly, there are many ways to find a JO. The first, and probably the most popular, is searching through websites that offer summer vacancies. There are plenty of lists of these sites everywhere: j1jobs.com, summerjobs.com, and others like them. You send out resumes in batches and wait to see where you get invited. Maybe to California to soak up the sun, or maybe to some village in the middle of a field somewhere in Iowa. The second, and in my opinion, the most effective, is searching for a job in a specific city. Either in one of the popular W&T cities like Ocean City, MD or Myrtle Beach, SC. Or, say, Pigeon Forge, TN. Next, you go to Google Maps or Yellowpages, search for your city there, choose the field where you want to work, for example, Restaurants, and... Voila! You have a list of addresses and phone numbers of potential employers! Next, you go to Skype, buy a subscription for unlimited calls to landlines in the USA and Canada, it costs 5 euros, and start calling. When someone picks up on the other end, they will say something very quickly, most likely something like: "Thank you for calling Red Lobster at Myrtle Beach. This is John, how can I help you?". To this, you need to ask for one of the managers. When the manager picks up, you need to say something like: "Hi! My name is Maria, I'm from Russia! I am participating in Work and Travel program for students this summer, so I'm looking for a job in your area. Do you have any open positions for this summer?". Or something similar. They will immediately tell you whether they need workers for the summer or not, or they might ask a couple of questions about your hobbies or studies, just to understand your level of English. Don't despair if you were refused in the first 20 restaurants. Those who seek will always find :) If an employer tells you that they can hire you, you need to ask for their email to send them the JO form. It is better to call on weekdays; if it is a breakfast restaurant like IHOP or Denny's, it is better to call them somewhere between 11:00 AM and 12:30 PM, when their morning rush is over and lunch hasn't started yet; if it is a steakhouse, it is best to call somewhere between 2:30 PM and 4:30 PM, before their dinner rush starts. If you call during a rush, the manager simply won't have time to talk to you. In general, it all looks something like this :) The main thing is don't be afraid to speak, because there, on the other end of the line, are also living people who perfectly understand that you are nervous, that you are not speaking in your native language. If you didn't understand something, ask them to repeat it more slowly. When writing down an email, ask the manager to spell it out: "Can you spell it for me, please?", because it will be very disappointing to miss an opportunity just because you made a mistake with one letter in the email address. Good luck with your search! http://j1jobs.com/ http://summerjobs.com/ http://www.yellowpages.com/ http://www.j1jobs.com/