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DKDinara Kantbek29 nov 2015Leer

June 4th... I have already started working. At first, it was hard to adapt to the new environment and the job. In Hyannis, during the first week, we lived with some Spaniards, which an acquaintance had found for us. The house was very far from work, and the conditions were not particularly satisfactory. We planned to move out before the deadline, and the third girl was supposed to arrive the following week. One day, I suggested to Malika that we look around, knock on doors, and walk through all the houses located near work. We asked our Spanish landlady to drop us off near Dunkin Donuts. We started knocking on all the doors, asking if they had any space or if they knew anyone renting out rooms. It was fun. The Americans took it all well; some apologized and offered us to come in for tea. If a dog started barking in any house, we would immediately run away, as we didn't plan on living with pets at all. I am afraid of them. We didn't find anything. We sat down to catch our breath near a service station when suddenly some Black man started calling us over. "Hey, listen to me, come here, come here," and he started explaining that he had an apartment with a free pool in the back, a PlayStation, laundry, a treadmill, internet, and that he didn't really rent out rooms, but he needed to consult with his girlfriend. We exchanged numbers, and a few hours later he picked us up and showed us the house. We liked everything. The next week we moved in with him and started living with Jamaicans. The rent wasn't very high, considering our conditions. Gradually, I started getting used to everything and felt the desire to find a second job. At Dunkin, I worked from 5 AM to 3 PM, and the rest of the time remained free. Dunkin Donuts is a company that sells donuts, coffee, sandwiches, shakes, ice cream, etc. I mainly worked at the cash register. Plus, there were tips. June 12th... I had a day off. I found out that in the neighboring town of Harwich Port, J1 volunteers were organizing a dinner in honor of all international students in the evening. All J1 students from all countries came, got to know each other, played games, prizes were raffled off, there was delicious food, and they talked about road safety rules. It was a lot of fun. In June, they hosted two such big dinners. The second time was June 24th, and luckily for me, I was off that day too. Americans are a very friendly, smiling, and kind people. I couldn't believe my luck and that all this was happening to me. At the dinner, I met Catherine and Matt; they helped all the students when help was needed, spent time with them, and went for walks. They became very close to me and called me their daughter, "Our beautiful daughter." We went to Wrentham Village together (a paradise for shopaholics). At the second dinner, I rode with them to help with the setup and food, and in the van, I met two girls from Aktobe, Sam and June. Those were their American names. It turned out they lived not far from me with Mr. Richard, who had one big and one small dog, and a huge cat. I became friends with them, and they started inviting me over. We cooked beshbarmak and borscht. They would lock all three pets in the bathroom when I came over. Soon, Mr. Richard and I became very good friends. At the end of the summer, we went to an open-air cinema together; it was magical. We still talk on Skype every day, and he recently sent me a package. In our town, there was a special free club for students from Russia and Kazakhstan, where you just had to show your passport. On June 29th, we spent time at the club until 3 AM, and at 5 AM we had to be at the station for the earliest bus to go visit our friends Jeff and Denise in Orleans. They had cool public transport; for $2, you could travel around the entire neighboring town. And so, in 2 hours, we arrived. Jeff met us in Orleans and took us to his home in Wellfleet. All the towns were basically not far from each other by car. You can look at a map of Cape Cod; I also ha

ALAnastassya LebedevaNastyaLebedeva · 28 oct 2012Leer

Letter from August 29. Sender: Anastasia Lebedeva, Houston, Texas Recipient: Yulia Keda, Kazakhstan I'm writing from Houston, Texas. You might ask how we ended up here. Why not from New Orleans? We had to change our plans. At first, we wanted to go to New Orleans by bus the next day or on Wednesday. We thought we'd go kayaking there—all the streets are flooded, and it didn't work out with Nora. But it turned out that all trips were canceled until Friday. ALL of them. Even the flights. No one is going there. The city is closed. You probably saw on the news what's happening there because of the hurricane. We didn't know what to do, and Anya suggested catching our flight in Houston. New Orleans – Houston – Arizona. Well, we'll have to skip that city. No one refunded our bus money. But we couldn't let our tickets to Arizona go to waste! And so, through a strange chain of events, Houston ended up on our travel calendar! After booking a hostel in advance and buying new Greyhound tickets, which cost us 50 bucks, we left for Houston on Tuesday afternoon. It gets dark in Houston at 7 o'clock. So when we got off at the Greyhound station in Downtown, the sun had almost set. With a huge suitcase, we trudged in the direction where our hostel was supposed to be. Downtown isn't safe. There are dark alleys everywhere and suspicious people asking for change. Luckily, it was about a half-hour walk to the hostel. In the morning, Anya called our airline to ask about the flight. We had tickets for New Orleans – Houston – Phoenix – Flagstaff. They said we would have to pay 1000 dollars just to board our flight in the middle of the route—in Houston. What the? Our mood was ruined. We were walking in a beautiful park with a lake and free Wi-Fi when we suddenly found this out. What 1000 bucks? Where would we get extra money? Anya called Greyhound to ask about tickets to Arizona. But the phone died. WTF?! I said: we should have stayed in Dallas and waited for the bus, but we're stuck here. After arguing with Anya, we decided to go grab a bite, charge the phone, and book bus tickets online. It's so beautiful around, but we're not in the mood. We walked through a sculpture park. It's peaceful. Everyone is relaxing, reading, and we don't know what to do. WHAT to do? We went to Starbucks. We could only hope that if we canceled our flight from New Orleans in advance, we would get at least part of the 502 dollars back. Anya called the airport. She talked for a very long time. They told her that our Friday flight from New Orleans was also canceled! And they would change our tickets! We will fly to Flagstaff from Houston. And we won't have to pay! Apparently, it was all meant to be: the buses were canceled, the phone died. After such stress, we needed an excellent Frappuccino. At the same time, we decided to do a little shopping – for such an occasion. That's all, I'll finish here. Let's chat later!

EExchangeexchangeiec · 29 may 2009Leer

Houston, Texas Besides sightseeing, I needed internet to track Hurricane Ike, since I'm heading to New Orleans =/ I found a library, a really decent one; I spent two hours with proper internet and even took a photo of it =) I liked downtown too—the skyscrapers look like they were rendered in a 3D editor, all blue and surreal. The trams are cool, straight out of the future, push-pull style =) But the Houstonians have a problem with fountains and other water-based entertainment; they built some weird stuff on the tracks, and the central park smells like chlorine and is covered in foam. Everything is fine with the hurricane; they expect it to hit the Houston/New Orleans area in four days, but by then I'll be in Florida, where the danger will have passed. I like everything so far, I'm taking a 3-day bus pass (the 12:20 is sold out) to New Orleans. It's surprising that there are only 4 people on it =) The ride is incredibly pleasant; I've sprawled out across four seats in my sleeping bag.. =) So nice =D Falling asleep periodically along the way, I notice the swamps starting; they look like our regular mixed forests, only here, as they say, with crocodiles =) In a sketchy little village where we stopped before sunset, a local cop said a 14-foot alligator lives under the bridge =) I took a photo of the bridge, but the alligator only comes home at night... PS Before leaving, people scared me saying that psychos and criminals are always riding the buses. Well, today at one stop, a guy got on who spent the whole trip laughing under his seat, and a kid in a white jumpsuit with beacons on his wrists and ankles. They got on at one stop and got off at the next. First time I've seen that. And the last.

ZAZhubanysh Aidarkhanov16 abr 2016Leer

Our trip to Astana or how I got my visa Our interview was scheduled for April 15th at 10:00-10:30 AM. Checking the train schedule, we bought tickets for April 13th, giving us an extra day. The train was Uralsk-Astana. The travel time was 28 hours. Since we had plenty of time, we went over the questions almost 20 times. Luckily, there were students from the Foreign Languages faculty traveling with us, so we were able to easily refine our answers to several questions. That same evening, it turned out that the interview time had been moved to 1:00-1:30 PM. The whole carriage was happy that we would have time to sleep after arriving. Upon arrival, everyone went to stay with relatives or friends, and some rented an apartment for 2 days. My classmate and I stayed with relatives. Honestly, we went over the questions 3-4 times there, reviewed the pamphlet, and went out to conquer the night capital. We remembered Astana for its "spicy wings and bites" (those who have been to KFC will understand). We walked along the embankment and popped into Khan Shatyr. Morning of April 15th. At 11:00 AM, we went to the pre-visa meeting. There, they handed out passport stickers and explained our rights in the workplace in the USA. Zhuldyz wished us all luck, and we caught a taxi to the consulate. Upon arriving at the consulate, we gave our IDs to the guard sitting in the booth so he could record our details. By the time we arrived at the consulate, a live queue had formed. They were letting people into the consulate building 5 at a time. There, we went through a metal detector arch (back and forth), then the guard checked us with a handheld metal detector for any metal objects. Then he directed us to the neighboring building, where we left our cell phones (they had to be turned off) and ID cards. Further on is the third building, where the interview itself takes place. In the third building, right at the entrance, we were given a ticket, and the guard asked us to wait for our turn at the first window. If you look closely, you can see a yellow line. This line is the boundary between the person answering questions (1st window) and the person standing in line behind them. Do not cross it. At this window, a girl requested three documents (ticket, grade book, student ID, passport). Then she asked questions: - Have you received a US visa before? - No; - Do you remember your parents' phone numbers? - ...; Then she directed me to the second window, where they took my fingerprints. For a good fingerprint scan, you need to keep your fingers together. I liked that even though she is American, she speaks Russian perfectly;) And by the way, she radiates positivity; after this window, my fear of the interview disappeared. Then I waited for my turn. At first, only Alan was working (3rd window). After accepting 15-17 people, they gradually started inviting people to the 6th window, where Yan was working. The difference with this window is that it's not a window at all, but an office where you sit opposite the consul. This was a big plus for me. Let's move on to the long-awaited interview... - Hello, how are you? (it was strange when he greeted me first) - I'm fine, and you? - Not bad. - Where are you from? - I'm from Aktobe. And then he said, surprised: Oh, so it's your first time in Astana) (in English, of course) - How did you get to the consulate? - By train. - How much is the ticket to Astana? - 6560 KZT. - Where do you study? - ... - What year are you in? - 3rd. - What is your favorite subject at university? - Physical education. - Why? - I love running, working out in the gym, and I like playing volleyball. - Where is your job located in the USA? - Orleans, MA - What is the name of your establishment in the USA? - ... - What is your position? - Dishwasher and kitchen help. - What salary do you get? - $10 per hour. - Why did you choose this specific state? - Historical symbols are perfectly preserved in Massachusetts. There was a pause, he looked at my document

ARAnna Rutman5 dic 2014Leer

Cape Cod is a place with beautiful nature, fresh air, magical sunsets, lovely people, and a moderate sense of calm... I fell in love with this place. It's no wonder that people from all corners of America and beyond come here for the summer. As soon as we arrived, the town was almost deserted. Over time, tourists arrived, and the town filled with a light bustle :) At first, the buses ran very rarely, and we couldn't figure out where to find the schedule. Later, after meeting some wonderful people, we found out about a website where you can check it. For those who are going to Cape Cod, here is the site: http://www.capecodtransit.org/. For the first month, I traveled around the towns of the Cape with Natasha, and later with Masha and Aika :) We visited almost every town :) In Orleans, I remember the cute houses, and in Hyannis, the cute shops :) And Chatham was popular because that's where the surfers gathered :) The girls and I loved just getting off in an unfamiliar town and walking around :) I immediately remembered the story of how I opened a card at Citizens Bank. I met an incredibly sweet woman. She was born and raised on the Cape. It took us a long time to open the card, and during that time she told me her whole life story, and I told her about Russia. It was she who advised me to go to Chatham and watch the surfers :D I still remember that sweet woman. When we finished opening the card, she hugged me, gave me her number, and told me to call anytime, that she would always help me. Every time I came to the bank, she would run to meet me and ask if I was doing okay :) Such cuteness :) By the way, every bank has its own thing. For example, at Citizens Bank you could take lollipops, at TD you could exchange your pile of change for bills, and at Cape Cod Bank you could have free coffee :) (in my opinion, it's best to open a card at Bank of America... It's reliable, available everywhere, and you don't have any problems with it. At TD, they often charged me for all sorts of unclear services, and Citizens isn't everywhere). Now I return to the story of my adventures) I am attaching photos from my trips :) P.S. During these trips, we were also trying to find a second job. And here is a tip for you: when you fill out your first application, take a picture of it. 90% of applications are similar. This will save you time when filling them out again :) But the town that impressed me the most is located at the very top of the Cape. The name of this town is Provincetown. This town is famous for having many people of non-traditional orientation. They live there peacefully and get married. Sitting in a cafe in such a town, it's hard to find a straight couple. Gays and lesbians are everywhere. At night, there are many transvestites. That's the kind of town it is)) You can see t-shirts there with inscriptions (I'm translating): “I have two dads and I'm proud of it.” This town is very lively, musicians play on the street, the town doesn't sleep until 3 a.m. (unlike mine, which died out at 11). The first time we arrived there was at 10 a.m. It took us 3 hours to get there. Upon arrival, we wanted to eat. But everything was closed. Everything opened at 11. I remember an old man walking around the town in a suit, with a bell, ringing it and saying “good morning” and many different things) By the way, same-sex marriage is legal in the state of Massachusetts! But the most memorable day there is the parade. People from all over America come to see it. Once a year, in August, there is a parade. It all happens under police supervision. It is a real, well-organized parade. It was just something else. I was in shock. The photos will speak for me :D That's the kind of fun event I attended there)) They even bring children! That's how it is. There were tons of people. For me, it was very unusual :)) I really fell in love with the sunsets on Cape Cod. One day, Aika and I realized it was time to start running. We ran to the ocean and sometimes made it in