Milán: Guía de viajes, precios y alojamiento gratuito · 2026

TZTatiana Zubarevatatyana.zubareva.0807 · 1 feb 2015Leer

This was my first flight ever! I was flying to New York with a layover in Milan! We flew over the Alps, the beauty was incredible! Milan airport is impressive with its cafes serving delicious pizza, handsome Italians who looked like they stepped off the covers of fashion magazines, and a multitude of boutiques: Armani, Gucci, Pandora, Ferrari, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana! In a word – Milan)) I had asked in the IEC group on VK beforehand who else was on this flight to New York, and I found a travel companion, Hanna from Makhachkala! While we waited for boarding all night, we chatted about the differences between Russian and Caucasian traditions; we already started a cultural exchange)) So, I had printed out my e-ticket in advance, which the airport staff in Milan asked to see! Hanna hadn't done this, and they didn't want to let her into the transit zone! Through Wi-Fi and my netbook, she found her e-ticket, and only then were they allowed to pass! Print out your e-ticket just in case to avoid trouble! After the transfer, I talked the whole way with other J-1 visa holders, asking where everyone was flying to; they were all participants from IEC, by the way! About two hours before landing in New York, the flight attendants handed us the I-94 form and the Customs Declaration form. Filling them out is easy and simple; you need to do it right on the plane! You definitely won't get confused if you follow the link and watch the video where a guy explains the procedure for filling out these forms very clearly)) http://www.infopass.ru/?p=4723 So, we landed safely, applauded the pilot for a successful flight, exited the plane to a friendly "Ciao!" from our Italian flight attendants, and just followed the crowd of passengers from our flight to the passport control desks. What is passport control like? Nothing special) You will need to present the following 3 documents: a passport with a J-1 Visa, the DS-2019 form, and that same I-94 form. Make sure the airport officer doesn't forget to keep the I-94 form! Previously, those entering the States were given a tear-off part of this form, but now this procedure has been canceled, and if you ever need your I-94 form, you can get it on the American website https://i94.cbp.dhs.gov/I94/request.html. After passport control, we picked up our suitcases and went to customs. Passing customs consists of simply handing the customs officer your customs declaration. All formalities are over and here it is – TA-DA! New York, here I come! I planned to leave my suitcase in some lockers and go for a walk around Manhattan, since I had 20 hours to kill before my flight to Charleston! But it turned out that according to the baggage storage operating hours, where I could leave my suitcase for $14 a day (take note), I wouldn't be able to pick up my things on time! Damn! What to do?! Sit in the airport for 20 hours? That's not an option! I was in complete shock! People were reacting to my confused look once a minute, asking if I needed help! Americans are super responsive people, so the myth that they don't care about anyone is debunked for me once and for all; it's quite the opposite! Help came from where I least expected it) A girl in a t-shirt that said "Work and Travel HELP" came up to me, asked where I was heading now, when my next flight was, and suggested I go to their hostel: "You'll sleep, take a shower, walk around Brighton Beach, and we also have Wi-Fi!" (By the way, Wi-Fi at JFK airport is paid, $4.75 per hour, payment via bank card, be prepared for this!) I agreed! Let's go! Take a look at the photos below, have you ever thought a hostel could look like this? I haven't! It's the coziest little house with all the amenities for just $35 a day! And plus, they drove me for $20 - it's nothing, but I didn't waste my nerves and energy getting there by subway! I can't bring myself to call this a hostel! Large sofas, tables, hookahs, painted walls, light music and a stereo system, a huge plasma screen on the wall,

ANAziz Nadjimutdinovanadjimutdinov · 1 feb 2015Leer

I have no doubt that this will be useful information for someone. The States are certainly not Milan or Paris, but in some ways, they are even better. In what way, for example? In good and cheap clothes. Let's start with the fact that you need to decide where you will be shopping if, for example, you are in different states, since in America there is such a thing as Sales Tax. Tip #17: Find out what the sales tax is in the states where you are going to live/pass through/travel. What does this tax actually entail? Well, imagine you are buying an item and the tag says $10, but at the checkout, they ask you for not 10 bucks, but, for example, 10.50. Why? Because of that very tax. It is individual in each state, and there are states like, for example, California, where it is almost 10%, and accordingly, it is better to do significant shopping there. In New York, this tax is 8.875%, better, right? And in Montana, there is none at all. Here I was lucky, yes. This is one of 2 or 3 states where the tax is 0%, so I calmly bought t-shirts and everything else without thinking about how much would be added at the checkout. First of all, you will still end up at a Walmart supermarket, where you can buy absolutely everything and most often with small discounts. There is food, perfume, clothes, appliances, toys, gifts, and it goes on forever. These are the main supermarkets all over America. Usually, everyone buys food there, and for me, it was also a place to buy t-shirts. I am obsessed with this and almost went crazy when I saw this: Besides this, there is another good store that is also designed for everything - Target, where you can find everything, just like in Walmart, but the prices are slightly higher and discounts are rarer. We bought things there much less often. And now the highlights: Ross and TJ Maxx are two stores that are usually located next to each other. They are huge, consist of several floors, and are packed with discounted items. These items are discounted not because they are bad, defective, or anything like that, but simply because, for example, they are from an old collection. Nothing more. Quality clothing for every taste with a 30-70% discount. Yes, of course, the choice of sizes is rarely available, but there is such an assortment of choices that it doesn't matter at all. You will forget about everything in this store. And here you will understand the essence of the American system of making money. Sell cheap, but in large quantities. You seem to be buying little things for 10 or 15 dollars, and then you don't notice how you have a full bag of some things and all the money has disappeared somewhere. Tip #18: If you are going to buy any electronics, don't go to the famous BestBuy. As far as I understood, it's quite expensive there. It's better to go back to that same Walmart. Our nearest big city was Kalispell (a big city with big stores), it was too unrealistic to get there by bicycle, so we went either by the car of one of our colleagues or by a shuttle that our company provided once a week. Usually, it was Thursday, and those who didn't have a shift could sign up in advance and leave for half a day, and then just meet at the appointed time to return back. My friends and I usually walked around all the stores, drank coffee and had breakfast during the break, and then bought groceries at the end. A fun way to spend what you earned. In addition, those who went definitely received small (or large) shopping lists from those who were working at that time. Usually, these were cigarettes, frozen pizza, beer, canned cola/pepsi. We also went to this same city at the beginning of the season to open a bank account and get a Social Security Number. You will also definitely have to do this upon arrival. By the way, regarding shopping, don't forget about magnets for your family and friends. Buying them in cities turns out to be very expensive, so I advise ordering sets from Amazon. It is cheaper and significantly more convenien

TZTatiana Zubarevatatyana.zubareva.0807 · 1 feb 2015Leer

Shocking! As soon as I landed on American soil, it was as if I had forgotten every English word and all the rules for putting them into a sentence at once! It was a total disaster! Not only could I not utter a word, but I also couldn't understand American speech by ear at all at first! It was just awful! I even cried at the airport out of helplessness! This problem lasted for about two weeks! Interestingly, I chatted perfectly fine with my roommates from Thailand and China; it was specifically the Americans who posed a difficulty for me! The conclusion is simple: study, study, and study English again BEFORE arriving in the States! For some reason, everyone thinks that in an environment of native speakers, you start picking it up on the fly! Perhaps when your English is already at a very, very decent level, the American environment will help you quickly hone your pronunciation and absorb some common American idioms! But if your English is weak, keep in mind that grammar and new vocabulary won't just magically enter your head! Watch movies, cartoons in American English, try to understand the meaning of songs by ear, watch video lessons from various bloggers, Irina Shipilova for example (http://www.youtube.com/user/EnglishGermanSpanish), or there is an excellent channel with everyday vocabulary from an American named Ronnie (http://www.youtube.com/user/EnglishLessons4U) - it's all absolutely free, in short, improve your English however you can so you don't cry from despair like I did)) I traveled and traveled and finally arrived) After a long journey Penza - Moscow - Milan - New York - Charleston - Folly Beach, I finally reached my workplace. They put me in a comfortable two-story apartment with all amenities, furniture, a TV, and it was in a beautiful condominium with a pool, flowers, and palm trees. From the balcony, I watched dolphins every day and went swimming in the pool before work! I didn't pay that little for it, $450 for a spot in a room for three. But there was nothing else to choose from... I talked to my roommates: at first, they were students from Thailand, the most friendly people I have ever met; they treated me to Thai food and told me about the Thai way of life! Super girls! Then the Thai girls left, and Chinese girls arrived! Small, fragile girls, each looking like they were 13, also very sweet! When I tried their soup based on a Chinese recipe, steam almost came out of my ears! Unbearably spicy! They didn't like Russian cuisine either – everything was too bland for them) They saw the buckwheat I brought for the first time in their lives) In Folly Beach, there were no J-1 students at all besides us, let alone Russian speakers, so at first, there was no one to talk to in Russian, but I practiced English to the fullest by talking to my roommates) That was a full-fledged international cultural exchange) Sometimes it got a bit boring: in Folly, there are no nightclubs, no cinemas, no water parks... Only on America's Independence Day did a lot of young people come to Folly Beach, and one of the bars was really hot! For some reason, they didn't ask for my ID at the entrance to the bar, and I hung out there all night with a handsome guy named Jake from Kansas) Three weeks into my stay in the States, my long-awaited compatriots finally arrived, Alina from Yakutsk and Katya from Moscow! That's when it started: we constantly had fun, chatted, philosophized while sitting on the ocean shore at night, and met the locals! Oh yes, they also gave me a sweet surprise for my 20th birthday! Oh, my girls! They are the most pleasant thing I can remember from my life in Folly)) By the way, we are still in touch, we are all now incurably sick with America!

DDariaPerovskaya · 29 jun 2012Leer

23.05.12 Flights via Moscow-Milan-New York were exhausting but tolerable. In Milan, I felt somewhat uncomfortable; even though I started learning Italian, it was hard to understand almost anything. It was fun to watch it all—only Italians can chatter so fast! ) On the plane, I fell in love with two stewards; god, I was ready to stay in Italy. New York. Leaving the airport, I clearly realized that I would be comfortable in this country. This noisy city, always rushing somewhere, cannot help but leave a mark on your heart and linger in your memory. Time Square turned out to be such a small place, at least that's not how I imagined it. Along the way, we accidentally met a compatriot who works as a taxi driver and helps students like us get to our destination. I was well aware of such adventures, but in the end, he turned out to be a good guy; he helped us get to the hotel we booked before arriving in the States and even filled us in with other significant information. We reached the hotel, happy and tired. The plan for the evening—to walk through Central Park—failed successfully; we didn't notice how we fell asleep. The morning prepared other surprises—after missing the morning bus, not only did they exchange our ticket for the evening one for free, but we also managed to walk around almost half of New York in 7-8 hours. Bethany Beach. When the bus arrived in Dover, the first thing that came to mind was "wtf? r u kidding me? this is a village." And it really is a village, something like summer cottages where people come to relax like a resort. Pros: the ocean, silence, a break from urban routine; cons: the population consists mostly of pensioners driving cool cars (and I'm not kidding!), teenagers, and if you're lucky, you can find young people (if you're lucky!). greyhound.com - here you can order a bus ticket to your destination online while still in Russia.

АГАлександр Горбачевmenus12 · 10 jun 2010Leer

It has been a month since we arrived. Lots of impressions, experience, failures, jokes, and even more to come. But not for everyone… The captain's loyal companion decided to head back to his Russian land. Saying, "I wouldn't have seen this America for much longer anyway." The situation is truly depressing. There is no normal work as such, and by "normal," the captain implies not only the jobs they hire Mexicans and J-1 holders for, but also the locals. Our work is strictly manual labor in any service sector for these locals. After all, locals can't serve locals xDDDD. All this is aggravated by a chronic illness. I won't go into details, but the point is that Jedi Pablo cannot lift heavy things and needs to eat a lot and on schedule. Any work here implies physical labor for us, and it's not a fact that you'll manage to eat more than once a day. Although, it would seem, working in a restaurant, they should feed you and all that. Yes, of course, they will give you food (and not a hot dog, but something fancy), but on busy days there is no time to eat, you won't even sit down until the evening, and then you just want to get home, have a beer, and die sleeping with terrible pain in your legs. Moreover, this work is not permanent for everyone; some waiters need their busboy only on weekends, and on other days one busboy can help several waiters. Money flies away quickly, nothing is left for food and housing, there are Jews everywhere, and there is no one to expect help from. That's when you think – "I could care less about this place, back home there is family, friends, a car, livestock, internet, local hoodlums… streams, birches." Also, they are telegraphing from home – "what are you still doing there? fly home sooner." The decision is not easy, but for some, it is the only one. Moreover, changing the departure date from the States also costs money – 50 euros (65 dollars), and they won't set your departure for tomorrow, but for a time when there are free seats. Therefore, if you have serious health problems – don't even try to conquer/punish America. At the time of writing this post, Jedi Pablo has been successfully delivered to Moscow, via Milan with a 6-hour delay. Ahead is another plane to Tyumen. The captain was also tempted to deport himself to his homeland, but the captain still doesn't understand how one can wait a year, sink 3 kilobucks into this business, and leave after a month? For that money, one could have spent until the end of August lying in a 5-star hotel in Turkey or Cyprus. The captain is an iron man, he can not eat, not sleep, functioning exclusively on tea, cigarettes, and instant noodles for at least 3 months (but cigarettes are expensive here, and instant noodles are small and not tasty). I like to move it, move it… By a happy coincidence, our neighbors were also kicked out of their place and they moved the next day. The captain didn't want to tempt fate and found his shelter with them. Manhattan Beach is a great quiet area, not far from Brighton, 15 minutes walk to the subway. A private house, we were given a semi-basement with two rooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen. There is enough space for now, we did a general cleaning, all that's left is to fill the fridge with something. Regarding furniture. Initially, there were only 2 sofas in the house. I didn't want to sleep on the floor. When the captain was living out his last days in the building, we went to the laundromat, and OH MIRACLE! Someone threw out 2 sofas, armchairs, and a couch. And the couch was a good one, single, folding, just needed a small correction of the legs (they were missing). Without thinking twice, we carried it to the 10th floor and left it for better times. When those times came, we dragged this thing to Manhattan Beach. We dragged it because the services of movers cost from 50 to 100 dollars. The crap, i.e., the couch, turned out to be heavy and we dragged it in pieces. One piece was left lying in the parking lot of the neighboring house