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ASAlina Sivachevaalina_sivacheva · 27 Νοε 2019Διάβασμα

After a month, it was time for my first travels. My most desired city was NYC. That was exactly where I dreamed of celebrating my birthday. Round-trip bus tickets from Peter Pan cost $140. New York made an incredible impression on me. It is a city that charms you from the very first minutes. It mesmerizes with the scale of its buildings and structures, amazes with its frantic rhythm, the incredible flow of people, and the contrast expressed in the combination of luxury life with marginalized people sleeping on the streets and piles of trash. New York is a real concrete jungle. Central Park is probably one of the few places with greenery and trees. Overall, I was delighted with the city. Must-visit places in NYC (with addresses): *TIP FOR FUTURE PARTICIPANTS: to make it easier to navigate in unfamiliar places, download offline maps) Excursion “Panoramic view from the 86th floor of the Empire State Building” - $41 (20 W 34th St, New York) One-hour ferry tour to the Statue of Liberty - $30. One of the most affordable. Includes arrival at the destination, a minute stop, and return to the pier. National September 11 Memorial & Museum. A complex built on the site of the destroyed World Trade Center (180 Greenwich St, New York) Brooklyn Bridge (Brooklyn Bridge, New York, NY 10038) Central Park (Central park) Times Square (Manhattan, NY 10036) Manhattan District 5th Avenue (a street where boutiques of famous designers are located; a symbol of American prestige and luxury) Wall Street — financial center (Wall Street) Grand Central Terminal (89 E 42nd St, New York) Broadway. Here, among the skyscrapers, are the offices of the largest American and global corporations. (Broadway) Rockefeller Center — a place known for the fact that the very same Christmas tree is installed there annually;). (45 Rockefeller Plaza, New York) St. Patrick's Cathedral (5th Ave, New York, NY 10022)

LPLiubou Paulishhappylub25 · 10 Δεκ 2017Διάβασμα

Introduction When you are in a big, cold city, you hardly imagine another life. You don't think that somewhere, 8,000 km away across the ocean, in the south of the North American continent, in the state of South Carolina, in the city of Myrtle Beach, there is Broadway at the beach, and there, in the back room of the Coastal Outfitters store, David is checking long-sleeved shirts, and Sam is explaining to J-1 students how hangers differ. A place where a pedestrian is a curiosity, and if you are also white, and if you are also a girl, then expect to be startled by car horns and shouts. A place where your African-American neighbors watch you come and go from work every day. A place where it is warm not only from the sun, where everything seems the same, but is completely different. Part 1 The Road to City M Getting to New York, the city of dreams for many dancers, programmers, musicians, businessmen, tourists, travelers, and other inhabitants of our planet, was easier than expected. Strangely, it is not the city of my dreams. I never dreamed of NYC or the USA in general. I applied for the program quite spontaneously and on the very last day. To get to NY, I just had to leave everything behind, enter the airport, get my boarding passes, go through security, meet my travel companions for the first time in my life—at least for the next 24 hours—and board the Minsk-Frankfurt flight. There, I exhaled a little and called my mom, heard crying on the other end, and got a little nervous again. But then, I met my neighbor on the plane and spent 2 hours of the flight listening to stories about doctors. His questions about my trip didn't calm me down at all; rather, they made me realize that I was doing something crazy, at least for myself. – “Wow, you are flying to New York, so far away. Are you staying there? Will you be met? How are you going on your own? Wow, and then to Myrtle Beach, by bus! There are a lot of Mexicans there and it's dangerous. For 2.5 months? Do you even know the girls you are flying with well? You met an hour ago? Oh, you are a brave girl, Lyuba.” In my head, I thought: “What am I doing? Where am I going at all? Why do I need all this?” Having safely reached Frankfurt, I just had to transfer to another flight, and task No. 1 was almost done. True, I had to go through a million security checks, especially me. They decided to send me for an extra screening, where, for complete happiness, they had to shine a flashlight into my mouth. Boarding the huge Boeing to NY was already a relief, knowing that for the next 8 hours, I could forget about panic, not rush anywhere, and not get lost. But in reality, there were so many thoughts in my calmly sitting body; they were running, jumping, and it felt like they were competing for the title of the most panicked thought. We arrived on Tuesday, and we ended up having two of them. We passed all the checks and immediately encountered American optimism. “Why so sad? You are flying to Myrtle Beach; I would go there myself right now. Smile, let's take your photo.” Then there were 30 minutes of dizzying waiting for the suitcase on the carousel. And hallelujah, we and our luggage were on US territory, at the famous JFK airport. There was a black hole in our heads, and ahead was a long road, a big story, a whole life in a country across the ocean. A couple of hours on the AirTrain at different terminals and the subway, and we were somewhere inside the city called New York. Using a map, we found our bus stop and headed there with our suitcases. On the way, we found ourselves in Chinatown, where it smelled of fish, everyone we met was Chinese, and there wasn't a single sign in English. For a second, it seemed like we had boarded the wrong plane and arrived in Beijing. We still made it to the so-called bus stop, filled with African-Americans. I pushed my phone with electronic tickets into the window to the Chinese man; he answered something in English-Chinese, and of course, we didn't see any

EKEkaterina Kudriavtsevakate_rina-93 · 22 Νοε 2015Διάβασμα

We landed at the airport in New York City. Excitement and fear, anticipation and delight – that very feeling when you realize where you are, but still cannot believe it. Perhaps this is the first city where it proved impossible to determine my attitude at first glance. Walking along the evening avenues, I couldn't figure out if I felt comfortable here or not. But one thing was clear: NY is stunning in its power! The skyscrapers, the people, the rhythm, and the energy as a whole – it’s what makes you hold your breath in an attempt to process what is happening. It seems that everything in New York moves faster than the hands of a clock, and that is impressive. Walking along Wall Street, Brooklyn Bridge, Broadway, Battery Park, where you get a view of the Statue of Liberty, as well as the incredible view of nighttime New York from the Empire State Building – everything looks amazing, but a strange feeling persists. It is not like in the movies. And there it is – the destruction of the first stereotype. Reality is far from Hollywood blockbusters. Having watched various TV series and films set in New York, I imagined the city somewhat differently. Not worse or better, just different. The main conclusion: never build illusions! As they say, it is better to see once… NY welcomed me, and NY saw me off. Before flying back to Russia, I also visited Brooklyn, immersing myself in the atmosphere of the Russian Brighton Beach, and took photos against the backdrop of the numerous advertising displays of the most famous square in the world – Times Square. Walks in Brooklyn and Manhattan, Central Park, Apple Store + everything I visited in the first days of my stay in America – the minimum program in New York has been completed. Summary: New York is a very powerful city with its own specifics, which strikes you with its energy. For some, it captures the soul, while others are ready to escape this hustle and bustle as soon as possible. But New York is not all of America… Moving on.

OZOlga Zheltovao.zheltova · 1 Φεβ 2015Διάβασμα

The cold winter arrived too quickly, but memories of the best summer in my 21 years still warm my soul and heart! Moscow – London – New York. 15 hours of travel behind me, time to rest. By a happy coincidence, I have very old and kind acquaintances living in New York, and since my work hadn't started yet, I was able to dedicate two weeks to this city. I stocked up on the best guidebook, a map of Manhattan, and a subway map that kept 'hugging' me in the wind because it was just so huge. Without internet or my usual navigator, I grabbed my backpack and walked the streets of this city. It was a new experience for me, traveling alone—so unusual, but there's something to it. I was a real tourist. $1 pizza for the sake of saving money, using my ISIC wherever possible, but I couldn't deny myself the sightseeing. I walked everywhere I could. Central Park, the streets of Manhattan and all its diverse neighborhoods, the Brooklyn Botanic Garden and the Aquarium, the Museum of Modern Art (MOMA), Rockefeller Center, the Flatiron Building, Times Square, 5th Avenue, Broadway... And much more, I wouldn't have enough space to describe it all. Well, it's a giant city with its own rhythm, not always pleasant-smelling streets, but NY is still something special; I have a peculiar love for it! Next was the long journey to the state of Maine. That's where work began (I worked as a waitress in a restaurant at a hotel), before which I spent 4 days looking for housing... (I looked at a lot, but I found excellent housing, which I'm incredibly happy about). And this state became the real America for me. In my town, Boothbay Harbor, there is its own rhythm and its own life: small houses, dogs, a friendly, quiet tourist town headed by lobsters—they are everywhere, on all the souvenirs, in the water, and in the restaurant. And everyone is happy to come there to go yachting and fishing. It's a paradise, a paradise for retirees. But I really liked it there; a beautiful, clean, kind state. The people there have boundless souls; they are like one big family. Nothing bad ever happens there, and everyone always helps each other. I am glad for the time I spent there...