New York: Guide de voyage, prix et hébergement gratuit · 2026

ASAmina Seidakhmetovaaminaseidahkmetova · 9 janv. 2023Lire

Chapter 1 The Present Today you will read a short story about participants in a student exchange program, but the events take place in different time periods. The main characters are connected not only by this program but also by blood ties. I. The first chapter begins in the autumn of 2021, when Leila, a second-year student at the Kazakhstan-British Technical University, finally decided to test her fate and participate in a student exchange program. Throughout the autumn and winter, she was busy submitting documents and preparing for her embassy interview to obtain a visa. I think every program participant was a little nervous before this interview, just like Leila, but fortunately for her, everything went smoothly, and she received her long-awaited visa in the middle of spring. A month later, she was sitting in a spacious passenger plane on a flight from Almaty to New York... II. And finally, the pilot announces, "Ladies and gentlemen! This is your Captain speaking. We have arrived at our destination. Welcome to New York City!" Very mixed feelings overwhelmed the fragile girl in the big, noisy, bright city. Unique delight was intertwined with slight excitement and anticipation of everything she saw. Two days later, she was already in a small coastal town on the border of Alabama, having settled into a small, cozy house with her roommates. Leila realized that she would spend these two and a half months in this town with these people. She got a job at a local family restaurant, where she worked as a waitress. (photo 1) There weren't many people, but there was no time to slack off either. I won't hide the fact that the first weeks were not easy for our heroine; the language barrier and cultural shock had a strong influence. How good it is that by this time she had become very close to her new friends. Sophie clearly became a very close person with whom Leila stopped feeling lonely. They handled all the difficulties together. And now, after a month, it seemed that everything was going surprisingly smoothly and well. An excellent and understanding chef, a supportive and loyal friend, very friendly and welcoming customers, and the ocean a couple of kilometers away could not help but please. Anyone would feel like the main character of an American youth TV series. III. Finally, after long and hard working days, the well-deserved 2-week vacation arrived before the start of classes. The girls had long been looking forward to this exciting trip around America. So many unseen places, and so little time. Their grand plans included visiting the Walk of Fame, the Grand Canyon, and Universal park. Leila's notes. Note one. Vacation. This is the first day of our time off. Sophie and I rented a compact Kia Rio for two weeks. We set off for the Grand Canyon. Our acquaintance with the Grand Canyon began at dawn from the Mather Point viewpoint. Honestly, I have never in my life watched the sun rise from behind the mountains. It is an incredible sight. (photo 2) Note two. We also visited Universal park, specifically the magical world of Harry Potter. I am overflowing with delight; finally, another childhood dream has been fulfilled. (photo 3, 4) Note three. We finally arrived in New York, our last stop. At every subway station, there are musicians hanging out, maybe unemployed, maybe not, and as always, full of tourists, people with suitcases, noise, and bustle. We walked through Central Park; morning walks without tourists are very important for the locals. And in the evening, we went up to the Rockefeller Center, which offers an amazing view of New York. (photo 5) On this note, I finish describing my days, because tomorrow I will fly home) Leila's adventures in the USA came to an end, I would have written with full confidence if not for the events that happened the next day. In the morning, after eating delicious Lucky Charms cereal, the girls headed to the airport. Each of them missed their family and home immensely, but there was still a litt

ASAlina Sivachevaalina_sivacheva · 27 nov. 2019Lire

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)

ALAnastasiia Lebedevamylene-farmer96 · 27 nov. 2019Lire

My first encounter with New York didn't go well. We had a mutual dislike. Naturally, I arrived this time with a bias and didn't expect to feel any warmth at all. But everything turned out better than I imagined. I wasn't filled with anger or disgust; I went because I had to, and just to tick a few boxes. But the most valuable thing was hearing: "Yes, I like Chicago better." New York is a city with too good of a PR campaign, behind which there isn't anything truly worthwhile. It's dirty, noisy, and crowded. The Statue of Liberty isn't that majestic, Central Park isn't that magical, Rockefeller Center isn't that luxurious, and Grand Central Terminal isn't that big, though it is impressive. We visited almost all the iconic spots from our favorite movies and TV shows. And in all this chaos, I found a place that captured my heart - the Empire State Building. I admired every little detail: from the doormen to the museum. Stylish, original, interactive, rich! Delight enveloped me on every floor. Standing on the observation deck, I was waiting for someone to propose to me. The atmosphere of magic and romance hangs in the air here. The view is so mesmerizing that it takes your breath away. Almost everyone wants to get here. But only a small fraction of them will truly connect with this atmosphere, lifestyle, and the spirit of the streets. It is a cruel and ruthless world where people are ready to sell their souls for fame and success. You can hit the jackpot of your life or fall to the very bottom. You can love or hate New York, curse it or worship it. But one thing is for sure: no one will remain indifferent.

OSOleksandr Shevchukshevchuksanya983 · 10 déc. 2018Lire

I am going to tell all my trip to the USA and how was it going. First of all, I found a couchsurfer, who invited me in his house for two days. It was my first impression, that man was the best person who I have ever seen. He spoke a lot, played games, ate plenty of food, even made a party with barbecue. After that I moved out to my job. Honestly, I was unsatisfied with it. Employer and housing were perfect, but job was horrible. It includes cleaning toilet, bathrooms, cabins etc. InterExchange helped me and I did quit that job and found and started work in windows cleaning company. That job was amazing I cleaned mansions what cost I believe at least million dollar, I had funny team and chilling time with company. I still remember jokes of mine team leader. My team was generally slav people, so we even understand each other in our native languages. I have been working there for 2 and half months. On day off we usually go to the Beach, ride bikes, go shopping, make a little parties. I found so much friends from around the world, did learn about their food and culture. After middle of August I started to travel. I was in New York city , Pennsylvania, Connecticut states, Niagara Falls. And the main point I made one of my dream became a truth. It is skydiving in New Jersey. I do not know so many words to describe my feelings about that. It was so exciting, I still remember those feelings and impressions. Broadly speaking, I have one advice to participants of Work and Travel program. It is do not focus on earning money, guys, you will earn enough trust me, better to spend this money on something that gave you impression to your heart. I have never regretted about each dollar what I spent. It was the best my summer in my whole life. Good luck guys!

OKOlga Kovachol-kovach · 8 déc. 2017Lire

Story 2: Oh, New York, New York… Chap.1 Yeah boy Manhattan, skyscrapers, The Great Gatsby, avenues… – That’s how I imagined New York for 20 years. And then… The plane lands, the passport is stamped, the suitcase is picked up… and from the taxi window, to an Aerosmith song, you inhale the wind of freedom… (which is supposed to make your hair flutter, of course). Oh boy (as Americans would say). Geographical ecstasy. But after 5 minutes in Times Square, you realize that this very wind, on whose wings you flew from Balandino airport to JFK, is firmly and long-soaked with the scent of homeless people sleeping on every corner, handsome guys, and the smell of trash rotting on the sidewalks of the unofficial capital of the USA. “You just went to the wrong places!” they tell me in response to my indignation. Seriously? The wrong places? Where should I have gone? Why did no one warn me that Wall Street would smell bad, and on Fifth Avenue, I would have to do a grand battement over a sewage river? Well, yeah, we didn't see any homeless people in Central Park, consider yourself lucky. Fine, we were just “in the wrong place,” okay. Chap.2 Subway surf If your life is too calm, then, as they say, “Welcome!”. So, on Kasimina (see story #1), an African-American grandmother leaned over to rest on the subway. Standing up. And that would be fine, but for some reason, when she woke up, she exclaimed with a dissatisfied face: “Miss!”. Like: “Hey, woman, why aren't you holding me?” Lifehack: in any confusing situation in the USA, start speaking Russian. Even the most brazen ones don't know how to respond to our polite: “Young man, unfortunately, I don't understand a word of this gibberish you just uttered.” Problems are usually solved with one sentence. Any word with our Russian “rrrrr” sound scares people: they raise their eyebrows, nod respectfully, and walk away silently. This worked always and everywhere, but not at the “Brooklyn Bridge” subway station, where I again said with an impassive look to a tanned gentleman that I didn't know how to speak his language. And then he replied with his tanned mouth: “You understand everything. And I remember you.” Really? Just… You would remember, there’s no one else white here besides Kasimina and me. #saynotoracism Chap.3 This side of Brooklyn Bridge As you guessed, we spent the last 2 days of our stay in the USA living in Brooklyn. It’s a place where if your skin color is even slightly lighter than the earth, you are “beautiful”. And I don't even know what hardened me more: 3 years of studying at the “heat engineering” department or 2 days of living in Brooklyn. Anyway, not a bad experience. Sharing: A) “Hey Arnold!” was “filmed” in Brooklyn. B) We lived in a house like “Hey Arnold!”’s. C) Not with Arnold, but with his tanned friend Gerald. D) And with other very tanned guys. E) Better lock the door at night. F) And push the wardrobe. Against the door. Another lifehack: if you belong to this very “beautiful” category, then even on a hot day in Brooklyn, don't forget to wear something baggy that hides your body from neck to toe. The main thing is not to attract attention: nobody likes show-offs. Although no. They like them too much. #usatoday #tobecontinued

ASAmina Seidakhmetovaaminaseidahkmetova · 9 janv. 2023Lire

Chapter 1 The Present Today you will read a short story about participants in a student exchange program, but the events happened or will happen in different periods of time. And the main characters will be connected not only by this program, but also by blood ties. I. The first chapter began in the autumn of 2021, when Leila, a second-year student of the Kazakh-British Technical University, finally decided to try her luck and take part in a student exchange program. All autumn and winter she was occupied with submitting and preparing documents, as well as preparing for the embassy interview to obtain a visa. I think every participant of the program was a little nervous before this interview, as was Leila, but fortunately everything went smoothly, and she received her long-awaited visa in mid-spring. After that, a month later she was sitting in the passenger cabin of a spacious plane on the Almaty - New York flight… II. And finally the pilot announces «ladies and gentlemen! This is your Captain speaking. We have arrived at our destination. Welcome to New York City! ». Very mixed feelings overwhelmed the fragile girl in the big noisy bright city. Unique delight intertwined with slight anxiety and anticipation from everything she saw. Two days later she was already in a small coastal town on the border of Alabama, having settled in a small cozy house together with her roommates. Leila realized that she would spend these two and a half months in this town with these people. She got a job at the local family restaurant, where she worked as a waitress. (photo 1) There were not many people, but there was no time to idle. I will not hide that the first weeks were not easy for our heroine at all; the language barrier and cultural shock had a strong impact. How good it was that by that time she had become very close with her new friends. Sophie clearly became a very close person with whom Leila stopped feeling lonely. They coped with all the difficulties together, collectively. And after a month it seemed that everything was going surprisingly smoothly and well. An excellent and understanding boss, an always supportive and loyal friend, very friendly and welcoming customers, and the ocean a couple of kilometers' walk away could not but please. Anyone would have felt like the main character of an American teen TV series. III. Finally, after long and hard working days, a well-deserved two-week vacation came before the start of classes. The girls had long been looking forward to this exciting trip across America. So many unseen places and so little time. Their grand plans included visiting the Walk of Fame, the Grand Canyon, Universal Park. Leila's notes. Note one. Vacation. This is the first day of our break. Sophie and I rented a compact Kia Rio for two weeks. We set off for the Grand Canyon. Our acquaintance with the Grand Canyon began at dawn from the Mather Point overlook. To be honest, I had never in my life watched the sun rise from behind the mountains. It was an incredible sight. (photo 2) Note two. We also visited Universal Park, namely the magical park of the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. I am overflowing with delight; finally one more childhood dream has come true. (photo 3, 4) Note three. We finally arrived in New York, our final destination. Musicians, perhaps unemployed, perhaps not, hang out at every subway station, and as always the place is full of tourists, people with suitcases, noise, bustle. We walked through Central Park; morning walks without tourists are very important to locals. And in the evening we went up to the Rockefeller Center, from which an amazing view of New York opens up. (photo 5) With this I finish describing my days, because tomorrow I will already fly home) Leila's adventures in the USA came to an end, I would have written with full confidence, if not for the events that happened the next day. In the morning, after eating delicious Lucky Charms cereal, the girls went to the airport. Each of them

НКНадежда Кутузоваtubezelka · 19 déc. 2022Lire

From New Yorker to New York City We are the only ones who create our own lives, and it depends only on us how our day goes, where we will be tomorrow, and where we were yesterday. We are our own best friends and worst enemies when we independently hinder our dreams, which sometimes seem unattainable. But is fear really stronger than all your cherished desires, the scenarios in your head before sleep, your wildest dreams? That is exactly what I was thinking about when I hesitated to sit down and write this story, putting it off. Even though here it is—the chance you have been dreaming of. What are you waiting for? But if you are reading this now, then apparently, I made up my mind. What pushed me to do this? Of course, not even trying to participate, to test my luck and fortune, is foolish. Just as adults keep their untouched expensive crystal in cabinets at home, I keep all the pictures, songs, stories from acquaintances, YouTube videos, blogs, and articles related to this dream—or rather, this goal. It all started in school, but not right away. I have been learning English since the first grade. My first memories of English lessons at school are our teacher, Lyudmila Nikolaevna, playing some recording on a tape recorder while reading a horoscope from the penultimate page of Cosmopolitan magazine, or giving us an assignment to read a text while she goes to the cafeteria to drink coffee with a bun. Then came the tenses, structures, articles, prepositions, “London is the capital of Great Britain,” and all that. I didn't want to go to class at all, and seeing this subject on the schedule made cold sweat and goosebumps run down my body. The lesson itself seemed like an eternity when you calculate which sentence you will get and nervously look at the clock. Since childhood, my parents have been opening up the world to me through travel and more, talking about the importance of learning languages, and helping and supporting me on this path. That is why, during my school years, I was enrolled in courses and had tutors. My older sister, who has always been a role model, helped and motivated me to learn through her love for foreign music. But my true desire and aspiration—when you do it not because it is right, or necessary, or because you don't want to upset anyone—appeared in the 8th grade. When I accidentally stumbled upon Marie Novosad's YouTube channel. This girl went to America on a student exchange program and filmed vlogs about her life every day. She showed everything: Americans, studies, dorms, shops, nature, etc. In a word, the American life from those very series/movies on Jetix, Disney, and Nickelodeon. Each video was filled with such a new and unexplored atmosphere that I wanted to jump from the emotions overflowing in me. I retold her videos to my mom and friends and rewatched them. I realized that I wanted the same; I don't want to just watch someone else's life, I want to live these situations myself, see these cities, and talk to people. Thanks to this, I started looking for various programs for my country. And I stumbled upon the Work and Travel USA program, studied the requirements, and started looking for even more information. I subscribed to all possible blogs and channels of students who participated in this program and shared their experience. Back then, I was in the 10th grade and understood that all I could do for now was: learn English, enter university, try to work in the service sector in my country, hang a picture of New York City in front of my bed, and not forget to dream. Now I am 19 years old, I am a third-year student at the Minsk State Linguistic University, studying English and Spanish, and working part-time as a sales consultant at the New Yorker store. (By the way, I haven't introduced myself, my name is Nadya. Now that you have a little idea about me, you will definitely remember me). It is hard for me to say whether all this happened on purpose or by accident, but I like where I am now and what

НКНадежда Кутузоваtubezelka · 19 déc. 2022Lire

From New Yorker to New York City Only we ourselves create our own lives, and it depends only on us how our day will go, where we will be tomorrow and where we were yesterday. We are our own best friends and our fiercest enemies — when we ourselves stand in the way of our unattainable, as it sometimes seems, dreams. But can fear really be stronger than all your cherished desires, the scenarios in your head before sleep, your boundless dreams? That is what I thought about when I hesitated to sit down and write this story and kept putting it off. Yet here it is, the chance you have longed for. What are you waiting for? But if you are reading this now, then apparently I decided to. What pushed me to this? Of course, not even trying to take part, to test your luck and fortune, would be foolish. Just as adults keep their untouched, expensive crystal in china cabinets at home, I keep all the pictures, songs, acquaintances' stories, YouTube videos, blogs and articles related to this dream, or rather to this goal. It all started in school, but not immediately. I have been learning English since first grade. My earliest memories from school English lessons are our teacher, Lyudmila Nikolaevna, turning on some recording on the tape recorder, reading a horoscope from the penultimate page of Cosmopolitan magazine, or giving the assignment to read a text and going to the cafeteria to drink coffee with a bun. Then came tenses, constructions, articles, prepositions, "London is the capital of Great Britain" and all that. I really didn't want to attend the lessons at all, and seeing this subject on the schedule would make me break out in a cold sweat and get goosebumps. The lesson itself felt like an eternity when you try to figure out which sentence you'll get, and nervously watch the clock. From childhood my parents opened up the world to me, thanks to travels and more, they talked about the importance of learning languages, helped and supported me on this path. That's why in school they enrolled me in courses and hired tutors. My older sister, who has always been a role model, helped and motivated me to study through her love of foreign music. But my true desire and drive — when you do it not because it's the right thing to do, or to avoid disappointing someone — appeared in 8th grade. When I accidentally came across Marie Novosad's YouTube channel. This girl went to America on a student exchange program and filmed daily vlogs about her life. She showed everything: Americans, studying, dorm life, stores, nature, etc. In short, American life like from those TV shows/movies on Jetix, Disney, Nickelodeon. Each video was filled with such a new and unexplored atmosphere that I felt like leaping from the emotions that overwhelmed me. I retold her videos to my mother and friends, rewatched them. I realized that I want the same; I don't want just to watch someone else's life, I want to live those situations myself, see those cities, talk to people. Thanks to that, I started looking for various programs available for my country. And I came across the "Work and Travel USA" program, studied the requirements and started searching for even more information. I subscribed to all possible blogs and channels of students who had participated in this program and shared their experiences. Back then I was in 10th grade and I understood that all I could do at the moment was: study English, enter university, try working in the service sector in my country, hang a picture with a view of New York City above my bed and not stop dreaming. Now I am 19 years old, I am in my third year at the Minsk State Linguistic University, studying English and Spanish, and I work part-time as a sales consultant at the New Yorker store. (By the way, I haven't introduced myself — my name is Nadya. Now that you have a little idea about me, you'll definitely remember me). It's hard for me to say whether all this happened on purpose or by chance, but I like where I am now and what I do. O