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VMValeriya Matyukhinalera.matyukhina · 31 Ιαν 2015Διάβασμα

We've finally reached the West Coast, we're at the Pacific Ocean. Our first stop is San Francisco. My first thought was: it actually exists! This city is real and exactly like in the photos! Even better. San Francisco is known for its steep hills, a mix of Victorian and modern architecture, the list goes on... Walking along the inclined streets (sometimes 45-50 degrees) was just wonderful! But we soon got tired of climbing uphill and decided to take a ride on the famous Cable Car. The 'terminal' where the cable car picks up passengers was packed with tourists, the line was definitely half an hour long! We took some photos by it and went for a walk in Chinatown. We bought souvenirs and had a bite to eat, and then the cable car caught up with us. So we got our ride after all! We rode to Lombard Street – the crookedest street in the world. Stunning, I don't think I've seen anything more beautiful. Not the road itself, but the surroundings – the vegetation, flowers, greenery... mmm. Then we headed to Pier 39. We wanted to go to Alcatraz Island, but it turns out you have to book in advance, so we had to settle for photos with the island in the background. Not bad either!:) As an animal lover, I couldn't pass by the San Francisco Zoo, which was conveniently located just a 2-minute walk from our motel. This zoo is probably the most magnificent and well-maintained one I've ever seen. A large area, well-equipped enclosures and cages, lots of trees. In short, pure Wow, Meow, and Baa. By the way, you could feed and brush the goats yourself, although one of them did butt us. And in San Francisco, and throughout California as we realized later, there are a lot of Chinese people. Apparently, it was much closer for them to migrate there. They are quite friendly; I met one woman just by sitting on the bus. In the two stops we rode together, I think I learned her entire family history, about all her children, husbands, dogs, etc.))) In short, San Francisco is pure beauty, picturesque views, and Chinese food everywhere!

VMValeriya Matyukhinalera.matyukhina · 31 Ιαν 2015Διάβασμα

The United States of America. Our first day across the ocean was unforgettable. Due to the time zone difference and the long flight, day blended into night; we didn't know what time it was or which time zone to follow. One long, endless day. But we didn't feel like sleeping at all. Manhattan greeted us, as expected, with incredibly tall skyscrapers and relatively narrow streets. You think Moscow is noisy and hectic, with people rushing about their business without noticing anything around them? Ha, think again! In New York, you can see a hundred people of different nationalities, skin colors, styles, and languages in a single second. You feel like a little ant among other fellows and the huge structures around you. But that adds charm to the city. Our first three days were spent in this very heart of American life. At first, we were just shocked by the different mentality, the number of African Americans with their signature "What's up, maaan???" to passersby, and the lack of regular grocery stores (every day, returning from a walk, we clocked kilometers around Manhattan in search of something edible that wasn't fast food). Returning to the topic of African Americans, I remember the first person we saw in the States was an impressively sized African American lady at visa control, who was running along the line of tourists chatting on their phones, shouting with a look of combat readiness: "Shut it down, man! Shut it down!" That stuck with us for a long time. In New York, we faced a big disappointment on the very first day. We arrived as translation students, thinking we'd quickly figure everything out, start understanding Americans, and knock out the Work and Travel USA participants. Not so fast! We didn't understand absolutely NO-THING. In New York, as I already mentioned, all sorts of dialects and pronunciation quirks are gathered. I remember at first we didn't even understand the greeting "Hey, how are you doing, guys?". New Yorkers diligently swallow every sound they can and can't, leaving 1-2 syllables and a couple of letters. Try to guess that you weren't being told off, but wished a nice day. After seeing the Statue of Liberty and taking 100500 photos with it in the background, we didn't quite successfully head to Chinatown. After wandering around for an hour with 10-20kg suitcases, we found the right bus to Virginia Beach and set off.

LKLyudmila Kovalevamila_kovaleva · 17 Οκτ 2011Διάβασμα

I decided it would be useful to write down the addresses of some good shops and beautiful places in New York... And here they are: MegaStore J&R (a huge shopping center where you can find any tech you need). It is located in Lower Manhattan near the Brooklyn Bridge, 23 Park Row (you need to walk through City Hall Park). By the way, they are open from 10 AM to 7 PM. You can get there by subway: 4, 5, 6 to Brooklyn Bridge (you'll see the Brooklyn Bridge there too). Manhattan Mall (just a really cool shopping center) - 100 W. 33rd Street, Broadway @ 33rd Street. Strawberry (you can find a branch of this store in Manhattan Mall, but there are many others around the city) - 129 E 42nd St (between De Pew Pl & Lexington Ave). Macy’s (I think this is the biggest and most famous store for fashion and branded clothing in New York) – 151 W. 34th St (on the corner of 34th Street and Broadway). Subway: 1, 2, 3, 9 to Penn Station. Daffy’s – located right next to Macy’s (lots of good and inexpensive clothing). Necessary clothing – there are several of these stores around the city: 1) 442 Broadway (Soho area) 2) 676 Broadway (Noho area) 3) 404 Broadway (Tribeca area) 4) 443 Broadway (Soho area) Century XXI – 22 Cortland Street (between Church and Broadway). It is located in Lower Manhattan. TJ Maxx – 620 Ave of Americas. Sephora – on Times Square 34th St, 5th Ave (a gorgeous cosmetics store! By the way, you can even get your makeup done there for free). Look for discounts where you see signs like: clearance, closeout, out of business sale. Also, if you manage to, you can catch a massive clothing sale at Housing Works stores. Basically, at the end of the season, stores get rid of clothes that weren't sold in time because they need to bring in new collections. That's why they hold these sales almost every Saturday starting in September: you buy a bag from them for $25 and stuff everything you can fit into it. We didn't make it to such a sale ourselves since we were in New York at the beginning of the week, but I read that it's total chaos and a madhouse))) Just type "New York, Housing Works" into the internet and the great Google will give you full information on where and when it will take place. By the way, there is also a good site called Hopstop... just enter where you are and where you need to go... they will break down for you exactly how best to get to your destination. Madame Tussauds Museum is located on Times Square, 234 W 42nd St. (between 7th and 8th Ave). Empire State Building - between 33rd and 34th street. To find Times Square, you need to walk up Broadway to 42nd Street. There is a very beautiful library on the corner of 42nd St and 5th Ave. To get to Chinatown, you need to take the subway to the Canal Street stop. Hard Rock Cafe - 1501 Broadway. Central Park – corner of 5th Ave and East 64th street. Well, maybe this information will be useful to someone)

LKLyudmila Kovalevamila_kovaleva · 17 Οκτ 2011Διάβασμα

Oh my god, New York has so many different shops that it would take a whole month or even more to visit them all! As I wrote before, I had everything "under control"... I wrote down the addresses of shops where you can buy beautiful, trendy, and affordable clothes... but damn, since we had never been to this huge and terrifyingly crowded city in our lives, finding those very shops wasn't that easy... so we just started going into every one we came across on our way. In general, New York is the perfect city for shopaholics, as you can constantly see signs like "Sale," "Clearance," etc. And September is the peak of these very sales! In some stores, discounts reach up to 80%!!! (though, to be fair, the prices in such stores are unrealistically high). Well, anyway, we decided that we would spend the first day in Upper Manhattan, and on the second day, we would go to Lower Manhattan, since the famous China Town and Little Italy are located there. What can I say, 2 days, for me personally, is just a terribly short time for shopping! You want to walk around, compare prices... what if I find something better!) In my hometown, I can spend a week just looking for a pair of shoes... and here is New York with a bunch of shops that just blow your mind (guys won't understand this =). So Aselya and I spent the first day just looking around, and by the end of the day, we realized that we hadn't bought anything worthwhile... but we were tired as dogs) I've never even been that tired at work) The next day we woke up with full confidence that today we would definitely buy everything we needed. On the first day of our "great shopping spree," we found one awesome store called Manhattan Mall... and that really is a true paradise for any girl. Inside this store, there is a Strawberry department, which has a bunch of awesome and, most importantly, truly inexpensive clothes. But since we found it late in the evening, we didn't have time to buy anything because they were closing. So we decided that we would head there the next morning. Waking up in the morning and packing all our things, we went straight there. The funniest thing was that they wouldn't even let me into the fitting room because I was taking too many clothes to try on). After buying everything we could there, we ran to find the nearest subway (thankfully it was right in that shopping center). We arrived in Lower Manhattan and desperately started looking for China Town. Once we got to that area, we didn't fully understand if we were in the right place, as I imagined it quite differently... personally, I thought China Town was a big market, like a flea market. But it turned out to be the complete opposite... China Town is located right on the street... well, I mean, a whole street is dedicated to it. You walk down the street, and on both sides, there are a bunch of small boutiques with all sorts of things, from jewelry, perfumes, and bags to all kinds of souvenirs. Well, honestly, I didn't like it there at all... I expected something more. It's just that Aselya and I really messed up and didn't buy more souvenirs there right away... we thought we'd come back later, but then it was too late and we had to buy them in Manhattan at triple the price. Never buy souvenirs in regular stores, because in China Town you will find the same thing, but much cheaper! What annoyed me most were the Chinese people... first of all, they are so pushy that sometimes I wanted to tell them to get lost). And they also terribly love money. When I was paying for something, they would grab the money so hard that I was afraid they would rip it off along with my hand! And by the way, definitely haggle with the sellers! I was just interested in comparing the prices of bags there and in regular stores... so I went up to a Chinese woman and pointed at the first bag I saw. She told me that the bag cost 30 bucks. After finding out the price, I turned around and wanted to walk away, but I heard her shout that she could give

MMarinaMarina_Nagibina · 15 Αυγ 2011Διάβασμα

Before coming to America, I planned to see as much as possible because I was sure I might not return. So, I made a plan to travel to the West Coast after finishing work. Two weeks before the season ended, I bought a plane ticket to San Francisco. When talking to my parents on Skype, they asked: 'Where will you live? When is your return ticket?' I had neither. I noticed I always did everything at the last minute. But eventually, I found a place in SF. Before my last day of work, we had a party, and I didn't sleep all night (actually, I hadn't slept properly all August). Plus, I only had one night to pack before my trip. When I got back from work, I realized I could barely speak. I asked to be woken up at 1 AM so I could pack, because my acquaintances (an uncle and aunt) were supposed to arrive at 8:30 AM to take some of my things and drive me to the airport. I had too many things and didn't want to travel with a huge suitcase. I left the extra stuff behind because I had a return flight to Russia from Washington anyway. As usual, they didn't wake me up. I woke up at 6 AM and started packing in a rush... I barely made it. Once on the plane, I tried to gather my strength—alone again, heading who knows where. Many people told me there were many good people in SF, but after getting off the train, I wandered around looking for my hostel. The first person I met was a homeless man; he asked me for directions to an address written on a piece of paper, and I said I didn't know. He called me a bitch and tried to hit me. I was in culture shock. I stood there for a moment and then walked on. After checking into the hostel, I didn't even want to go out. It was already evening anyway. I spent one night in the hostel with two Polish girls; they were cool. They showed me a guidebook with sights everyone should see. The next morning, I decided to walk to Chinatown, then go see the bridge. After walking halfway through Chinatown, I decided to ride the cable car, went down, walked around a bit, then took it to the very end to be closer to the bridge. Since I love walking and sightseeing, I decided to walk to the bridge from there and check out the Marina district. The road was really long, but I had enough energy to walk across the Golden Gate Bridge. On the other side, I met some guys from Israel who helped me get back. From there, I saw the Japanese district, City Hall, and everything on the way back to the hostel. The next day, I went to Russian Hill, then Coit Tower, then the Fisherman's Wharf. Back at the hostel, I met a guy who had a bus tour of San Francisco, and he invited me to join him. It was so lucky that I got on the bus for free because no one checked tickets in the evening. I saw SF at night, ended up in the Fisherman's Wharf again, and it was quite far to walk from there. I was passing by souvenir shops and met a 19-year-old Spanish guy (even though I was 18, there was a big difference in our maturity). I asked him to take me to see the Golden Gate Bridge at night, and I got lucky with that too!) The next day, I planned to visit Golden Gate Park. I decided to take a bus but got off on the other side of the city where the beach is. I walked through the entire park, and it was after the park that I realized I was starting to fall in love with this city. It's very beautiful, especially near the botanical garden. After the park, I walked to some gardens in the city center, and it was evening again. I didn't really go out in the evenings because I was tired. The next day, looking at the map, I realized I had seen everything I wanted. The fourth day felt extra, but I had planned to see the southern part of the city and the design center, so I walked there. On the way, a guy approached me and offered to help me see the city, but I said I had already seen everything. I asked him to drive me across the Bay Bridge to Oakland (I wanted to see what kind of city it was and why many Americans say it's one of the most dangerous cities in America)

VMValeriya Matyukhinalera.matyukhina · 31 Ιαν 2015Διάβασμα

We were on the road for seven hours, and throughout the entire trip, a little Chinese child was just screaming his lungs out. It would have been fine—who knows, maybe he was in pain—if not for two "buts": the baby's mom, not knowing how to calm him down, chose not the best method, let me tell you. She was desperately shaking him and shouting to the whole bus, "What's wrong with you, baby?" (as if he were carefully hiding it), and another equally stupid question was, "Can you hear me?". No, she's practically screaming into his ear so the whole bus can hear, but he can't hear her. Not getting a coherent answer from her child, she would start shaking him even more, yelling, "Stoooop!!!". This lovely scene of family idyll was interrupted only by a solid dark-skinned lady who was talking just as loudly on the phone with her sister. The thing is, this lady's friend had slept with her husband, and she had caught them and was full of determination to take revenge on him with his own friend. The tone of the conversation was heating up, and my supply of indecent English was no longer enough... A pity, there were so many more details and plans for devastating revenge. So, neither my player, nor my reader, nor my travel pillow were needed. Closer to night, we arrived in Virginia Beach. Back in Russia, I had met some Russian girls who have been living there for ten years. They agreed to let us stay for the summer for a very reasonable fee and a deposit, which we subsequently managed to lose. We stained the carpet, tried to wash it, and it ended up with pink spots, and the deposit washed away forever. But otherwise, we were very lucky with housing: unlike other students, we lived in a HOUSE, not a dorm, three people in a room, two rooms and a living room, a fully equipped kitchen, a backyard—in short, everything a person dreams of when going to America. Oh yes, and an American flag in the backyard. I won't describe every day; that threatens to turn into a thick novel, so I'll try to tell you about the most interesting parts and not bore my readers.