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KKKristina Krutovakkm1410 · 15 déc. 2018Lire

Fact #5 - going to America with your bestie = laughing your head off 24/7. This is the stereotype that none of us ever intended to break. Just think about it! What could be better than going to America with your best friend for 4 months TOGETHER! When we were about 12, we could only dream of this, and in May 2018 we were confidently walking through Times Square, chatting with passersby, and eating that very New York cheesecake in the evenings. And even though that summer wasn't the easiest, it was definitely the most unforgettable. Why? Coming home from work 120% exhausted but still making something delicious; riding the waves of the Atlantic Ocean on a ferry and seeing 3 whales and a seal; waking up at 3 AM to catch the sunrise at the top of Cadillac Mountain, and then heading to that bakery to have a breakfast of freshly baked pumpkin cinnamon rolls (which, by the way, the islanders are just crazy about); swimming in the ocean at night; enjoying the views of the island where we lived all summer during a helicopter tour; trying more than 50 flavors of ice cream; meeting a couple of deer and a flock of wild turkeys at night. And all summer long, thinking about how we would plan those coveted two weeks after work ended. Usually incredibly cautious, we decided to completely forget about what we had planned and just let things take their course. The first city was Boston. Arriving there, we had a bunch of bags and a wild desire to spend this time in a way that no one would believe it happened to us. By a happy coincidence, it was in Boston that we met our acquaintances, with whom we tried oysters for the first time, went to Harvard and other city landmarks. Walking through the streets of a huge city you've heard so much about, next to your friends, is probably something we would wish for everyone. This is what it was worth flying 7,000 km from home for, what it was worth working for, and what we would definitely repeat. After seeing Boston, the two of us arrived at the airport, having no idea where we wanted to go next, and, relying only on the departure time, we bought tickets to Chicago. Chicago is turquoise canals that cleverly weave between skyscrapers, it's drawbridges, the subway right above pedestrian streets, almost brushing against mirrored buildings; it's the famous Bean, the most delicious deep-dish pizza, incredible rooftops, jazz bars, and views of Lake Michigan. In Chicago, we rode a double-decker bus through the night city, naively comparing it to Boston, walked the streets all night, went to the other end of the city for breakfast just for the beautiful tableware, and that's where we tried the spiciest pasta of our lives. The next destination was also chosen spontaneously, and 9 hours later we were checking into a hostel in Los Angeles. That was the first time we found ourselves in a room so small that we had to take turns throwing our suitcases onto the bed just to get our clothes, simply because there was no room for them on the floor. That was the first time we understood the meaning of a "3 by 3 meter room," a shared ceiling, and all the romance of hostels. Trying to leave our dwelling as quickly as possible, we set off to conquer the city. And standing not far from that very "Hollywood" sign, it felt like we were in the coolest American movie. We won't go into the details of the trip to this city; going there turned out not to be the best spontaneous decision, as it turned out this place wasn't for us. New York was the only city for which we bought tickets in advance. Waking up early in the morning, we called a taxi, sat happily in the back seat, anticipating a new city. But we couldn't have imagined that the traffic in LA is no less than in New York. And after spending a good 2.5 hours in the taxi, we were completely late for our flight. Upon arriving at the airport, we very diligently explained to the Virgin Airlines staff that we had missed our plane and that we just had to fly to New York. Then, without t

MPMariya Pantyukhinapantyuhina.mariya · 15 déc. 2018Lire

Fact #5 - going to America with your best friend = laughing your head off 24/7. This is the stereotype that none of us ever intended to break. Just think about it! What could be better than going to America with your best friend for 4 months, just the two of you! When we were about 12, we could only dream of this, and in May 2018, we were confidently strolling through Times Square, chatting with passersby, and eating that iconic New York cheesecake in the evenings. And even though that summer wasn't the easiest, it was definitely the most unforgettable. Why? Coming home from work 120% exhausted but still making sure to cook something delicious; riding the waves of the Atlantic Ocean on a ferry and spotting 3 whales and a seal; waking up at 3 a.m. to catch the sunrise at the top of Cadillac Mountain, and then heading to that bakery for a breakfast of freshly baked pumpkin cinnamon rolls (which, by the way, the island locals are absolutely crazy about); swimming in the ocean at night; enjoying the views of the island where we lived all summer during a helicopter tour; trying over 50 flavors of ice cream; encountering a couple of deer and a flock of wild turkeys at night. And throughout the whole summer, thinking about how we would plan our coveted two weeks after work ended. Usually incredibly cautious, we decided to completely forget what we had planned and just let things flow. The first city was Boston. Arriving there, we had a bunch of bags and a wild desire to spend this time in a way that no one would believe it actually happened to us. By a happy coincidence, it was in Boston that we met our friends, with whom we tried oysters for the first time, made it to Harvard and other city landmarks. Walking through the streets of a huge city you've heard so much about, right next to your friends, is probably something we would wish for everyone. This is what it was worth flying 7,000 km from home for, what it was worth working for, and what we would definitely repeat. After seeing Boston, the two of us arrived at the airport, having absolutely no idea where we wanted to go next, and relying only on the departure time, we bought tickets to Chicago. Chicago is turquoise canals that cleverly weave between skyscrapers, it's drawbridges, the subway right above pedestrian streets, almost brushing against mirrored buildings; it's the famous Bean, the most delicious deep-dish pizza, incredible rooftops, jazz bars, and views of Lake Michigan. In Chicago, we rode a double-decker bus through the night city, naively comparing it to Boston, walked the streets all night, traveled to the other end of the city for breakfast just for the beautiful tableware, and that's where we tried the spiciest pasta of our lives. The next destination was chosen just as spontaneously, and 9 hours later we were checking into a hostel in Los Angeles. That was the first time we found ourselves in a room so small that we had to take turns throwing our suitcases onto the bed just to get our clothes, simply because there was no room for them on the floor. That was when we first understood the meaning of a "3 by 3 meter room," a shared ceiling, and all the romance of hostels. Trying to leave our dwelling as quickly as possible, we set off to conquer the city. And there, standing not far from that very "Hollywood" sign, it felt like we had ended up in the coolest American movie. We won't go into the details of the trip to this city; going there wasn't the best spontaneous decision, as it turned out, this place wasn't for us. New York was the only city for which we bought tickets in advance. Waking up early in the morning, we called a taxi, sat happily in the back seat, anticipating a new city. But we couldn't have imagined that the traffic in LA is no less intense than in New York. And after spending a good 2.5 hours in the taxi, we completely missed our flight. Upon arriving at the airport, we very diligently explained to the Virgin Airlines staff that we had missed ou

ENElizaveta Noreastpatterns · 23 nov. 2015Lire

Conditions of the expiration date of J1 visa allowed me to stay in US extra 30 days but I was planning to take the plane back to Russia on 15th of September because my closest people had their birthdays this month, my girlfriend was getting married and my study had already got started. During my staying in US I was texting with a guy from my hometown that left it for living in LA. He knew that originally the only dream I had about US was San Francisco so he bought tickets for both of us on Grayhound from SF to LA. Despite all this important events I had at home I considered to delay my departure to follow my dream. Maine is the most northern state on the west coast on the border with Canada so it’s pretty far from the east coast of California, where I had to be to take this bus. Anyway we found apartments in San Francisco on airbnb, all green with two dogs, garden and hot tab on the roof. I’ve never seen him before so I had some flowers in my hair that we can recognize each other. As I figured out then he had never though about this song so he decided that I am crazy about flowers. We spent three days walking up and down hills of San Francisco, talking about everything in the way that we knew each other for long. Еще до того, как мы встретились, в одной из наших бесед я сказала, что хотела бы посмотреть на Grand Canyon. Я не имела ни малейшего представления что это, и ему пришлось объяснить, что это не туристическое место, где можно просто сделать фото на память, а часть бескрайних национальных парков с удивительной необъятной красотой нетронутой природы. У меня был печальный опыт блужданий по горам хребта Сихотэ-Алинь, которым я поделилась, и он был первым человеком, который так ответственно подошел к походу со мной в горы. По дороге в Юту он сказал, что хочет показать мне одно место, где мы могли бы поужинать. Я была в летнем платье и сандалиях, настроенная на природу и поход, а место, которое он хотел показать был Лас Вегас. Я понимаю, как он может покорять людей, крадя их время в казино и напускной роскоши отелей, но декорации, люминесценция, манекены и страсти людей предстали предо мной во всей своей наготе, к чему я не совсем была готова. Я так же готова согласиться, что каждый волен проводить время так, как ему нравится, но лучшее, что я чувствовала там, радость за то, что могу выбирать лес и горы. Я описала нашу поездку в письме Алекс, девушке, которая владела рестораном, где я работала: Hi Alex! I spent couple days hiking in National Parks. I didn't write you earlier because I turned off all electronic devices to be free from technologies and closer to nature. We went there through Utha, first national park that we've visited was Bryce, trails ran through mountains, called hoodoos, it's odd-shapes pillars of rock, they look extraordinary because of nature forces and erosion, and it could be imagined, that mountain rage forms fantasy castles, in the splendid and magnificence of this canyon you could feel the reminiscent of the passage of time. Its massive sandstone cliffs of cream, pink and red soared to the sky. They were sun burnt and looked like deserts or Mars. On our way to the next national park we chose the wrong serpentine road, nature was so different, autumn has already came there so all trees were in fire. Second place that we've been was Zyon National Park, But the filling of this park was full of life because of the emerald mountain creek flowing down the slopes to the Virgin river. It waters soil and mountain feet are very green. Poplars with silver leaves are so tall there. In our trip we reached the place called Angels Landing.

EKEkaterina Kudriavtsevakate_rina-93 · 23 nov. 2015Lire

To sum up: this was the most unusual journey of my life! Honestly, at first, I wasn't as impressed by America as I had expected. But then, day by day, I realized that I liked America more and more. You start getting used to American life quickly because it seems incredibly comfortable. It's as if everything is made for people, for every individual, and that is captivating! But the greatest happiness lies in the people who surround you. That is what made my summer! Dozens of interesting people, many of whom became not just good acquaintances but true friends, thousands of shared memories, self-discovery, and new perspectives on life. And most importantly – stepping out of my comfort zone – that was my summer of 2015. What worked out and what didn't? I managed to overcome the language barrier, blend into the American rhythm of life, figure out how to work in America, how to find a job and get hired, understand all the everyday aspects, and get a little feel for the spirit of America. And as for what didn't work out (my global trip to the West Coast) - no regrets. I realized that America deserves more than a week-long 'whirlwind' trip that I could have afforded. Trips to New York, Washington DC, Norfolk, Williamsburg, and a long stay in Virginia Beach seemed sufficient for my first time in America. More to come!!! New York Norfolk Virginia Beach To truly feel America, you need time, as well as a global trip across the states, which will allow you not only to see all the hyped and most famous places like the Hollywood sign in LA or the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, but also to talk to different people, compare living conditions in different states, and look at various aspects of American life from a different angle. That is why my main American journey is still ahead of me. America hasn't gone anywhere... This was just the beginning, a bright and unforgettable beginning!

NZNatalia Zhilinanataliazhilina · 31 janv. 2015Lire

Our first day of work arrived. I was very nervous because, to some extent, this was my first work experience, and in America of all places. I never even thought such a thing was possible! The hotel team welcomed us; everyone turned out to be friendly and tried to teach us everything they knew. Housekeeping work is hard, let me tell you. You can get tired easily! And they demand speed from you! We handled that easily. Our first paycheck, as our employer said, was supposed to be exactly in a week. We forgot all about it, immersing ourselves in American life. We also arrived just in time, as we were told later. Throughout the following week, our employer hosted various barbecues for the hotel team. That way, we got to know everyone better, and it wasn't in vain—now we knew who could be trusted and who couldn't. During that week, we spent time with the team, eating fried bacon, delicious ice cream, and we even had a pizza day. One day we went to a cafe where we ordered a bunch of American goodies; luckily, we didn't have to pay for it, although we wouldn't have minded. We didn't live in a very crowded place, that's a fact, but we weren't disappointed at all. Yes, living on the coast is cool and fun; we saw all of that. Dancing, magic tricks, singing at bars—it's all wonderful, a huge plus. But we had a plus too. Not far away, in Norfolk, we went shopping at a mall; it has everything, absolutely! There was no need to wait for a big city to buy clothes or souvenirs. Moreover, the state tax in Virginia is lower than, for example, in New York. On our days off, we usually went to the beach to swim or to Norfolk. Soon, another girl from China joined us. And it was with her that I discovered American movie theaters. Going to the movies for $7 to see the new Transformers? Why not! I was in America, I could do whatever I wanted. Especially since I was earning money and could afford such a pleasure. By the way, we didn't find assigned seats in the theater; we just walked in and chose a comfortable spot in the hall ourselves. I like this better than in Russia; I was even a little surprised by such a difference. Sometimes in Russia, you pay more for a comfortable seat in a cinema, but here... everyone is equal. And also, for some reason, I didn't see sweet popcorn in their theaters, which is very strange. Every day we discovered new horizons. This included supermarkets like Walmart. Ours was a forty-minute walk away. And honestly, it was our physical exercise. We walked there and back with backpacks and hands full of bags, returning to the hotel. Sometimes even with a cart—yes, that happened too! We could spend hours in that supermarket. They sell so much stuff, even bicycles. By the way, a bicycle would be a budget-friendly means of transport if you didn't bring your driver's license, as I did. Sometimes we heard Russian speech in that same supermarket. In Virginia Beach, there are actually a lot of Russian speakers. These are students, tourists, and those who moved there a long time ago. You can spot tourists right away, for example, on the beach. They talk very loudly in Russian and think that no one understands them; I witnessed it myself. And if you are really afraid to speak English, there will always be someone who understands you and will help. A significant holiday for Americans was approaching—Independence Day. Oh, how I waited for this day. I desperately wanted to feel the atmosphere of the holiday, the general joy. But this holiday was slightly overshadowed. All festive events were moved to July 5th because of Hurricane Arthur, which hit the East Coast. Since we didn't live on the coast, we were luckier. We were only hit by heavy rain and gusty winds, but by evening, the weather improved, and the mood lifted again. The next day we went to watch the fireworks; of course, it didn't go without a couple of purchases and pizza. A huge number of people went out to the embankment to dance and witness the holiday with their own eyes. An a

DFDiego Fernándezcdvbgcxvb · 20 août 2026Lire

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