Miami: Guia de viagem, preços e alojamento gratuito · 2026

ASAlina Sivachevaalina_sivacheva · 27 de nov. de 2019Ler

MIAMI We saved Miami for the end of our program. While we visited New York and Boston in the middle of summer, we kept Miami for “dessert.” Miami means beaches, white sand, a tropical climate, a warm ocean, carefree relaxation, a “hot” Spanish mentality, and an atmosphere of a constant party. *TIP FOR TRAVELERS TO MIAMI: Just fly there and ENJOY!!;)))

LLLiubov Lopakovalyubalopakova · 15 de dez. de 2017Ler

After taking four days off, we headed to the state of Florida! You can't imagine the joy of seeing two purchased tickets on the laptop screen. And where to? Crimea? Greece? Spain? All that is great, of course, but we had tickets to Miami! On the first day, we were very upset because there was a terrible downpour and all the shops on the ground floor were simply flooded. But the next day, thanks to the 40-degree heat, everything dried up to the last drop. So, we booked one of the best hotels located right by Miami Beach, called Ocean Drive. I highly recommend the hotel! We loved it because it offered free bike rentals, breakfasts, and a convenient location. And the beach! Snow-white, smooth sand that gently slopes into the clear, warm water of the Atlantic Ocean. We spent three hours in the water without getting out, because firstly, we didn't want to leave this miracle of nature, and secondly, the weather was so hot that it was even hard to breathe. On the same day, we set off on bicycles to conquer downtown. It's so great to ride across the city, see all the main attractions, including the villas of the rich and famous, as well as the well-known graffiti street. In short, Miami is a must-visit. And now about the costs. Round-trip plane tickets with a layover in Orlando cost $85 each. We spent about $300 on the hotel for two, as summer in Miami is considered off-season, so there were big discounts. All in all, each of us spent one salary. So, in the USA, Miami is not that expensive.

АБАлександр Борисовtdr241 · 27 de nov. de 2017Ler

After we acclimated a bit and got used to the USA, we wanted to travel. At first, we considered options closer to us, like Niagara Falls or Provincetown, but then we caught ourselves thinking that we wanted to fly to Miami. The process of finding a hotel and tickets didn't take long. We booked the Hotel Breakwater South Beach, located on one of the most famous streets, Ocean Drive, on the first coastline. We decided on tickets quickly too. We bought the most budget-friendly seats on Spirit airlines for the earliest flights (4-5 a.m.) because the more "inconvenient" the flight, the cheaper it is. We flew with a layover in Orlando. At first, we were very confused by the reviews of this yellow budget airline, which criticized it for dirty planes, or for being picky about almost everything and, roughly speaking, extorting money. It immediately became clear that one needed to be extremely careful. We had to check in 24 hours in advance, print the ticket at home, and double-check that the backpack met the criteria for free carry-on luggage. We did everything conscientiously and took it seriously. But, to be honest, I never found the reason for such a large number of negative reviews. The company's employees were friendly, the planes were clean, and the planes themselves were new. The boarding gates were not located in some remote part of the airport, and the planes were parked directly at the building, and boarding was done via jet bridges. No buses. Nobody even looked at our backpacks, let alone measured them. In general, everything went great, and after a long night of waiting for our morning flight at Boston airport, we found ourselves at Fort Lauderdale airport a couple of hours later. From there, we had to take a bus to Miami, a 1.5-hour ride. Our first impressions of Miami were more like fear because it was pouring rain upon arrival, and the humidity was such that if you just stand on the street and do nothing, you will still sweat in a couple of minutes. That's when we realized one very important mistake: on impulse, we bought tickets, made a route, and chose a hotel, but forgot to check the weather, apparently thinking that it is always hot and sunny in Miami. But that was not the case. I will never forget how we were riding the bus, and the rain was so heavy that water was getting into the cabin through the floor because we were, so to speak, floating through these puddles. And so on endlessly. After a long-awaited stop near our hotel, we ran into the room and were soaked to the bone after a couple of minutes on the street. I can say with confidence that we were lucky again. After all, looking at the weather forecast, we saw that heavy rains were expected for two weeks, and only 3 days would be sunny and hot. We happened to be there on those days. We exhaled. The next morning, the sun was indeed shining, and there was not the slightest hint that everything had been floating here yesterday. We went to the beach. Miami beaches are truly something beautiful and unusual: athletic, muscular guys working out on equipment, girls sunbathing or also working out, lots of bicycles, rollerblades, and sun. The sand was soft and gentle; it started almost across the road from our hotel and ended somewhere there in the water. You walk on it and think about how lucky you are to be here. The entry into the water was very gradual, and to be in the ocean at full height, you need to go very far from the shore, so far that all the splashing people are left behind, and you start to feel some freedom. The water was very clean and warm. Lifeguard towers were standing along the entire beach line, and shark nets were stretched out. In general, safety, as it seemed to me, was in perfect order. After swimming for a couple of hours, we decided to take advantage of our hotel's cool opportunity - to rent bicycles for free. The bicycles, to the credit of our hotel, were in excellent technical condition, very comfortable, and clearly not cheap. Taking two b

ZAZamira Abutalipzamira.abutalipova · 30 de nov. de 2015Ler

The most interesting part of the program has arrived—travel! Back when we were still in our home country, my friend and I promised each other that we absolutely had to visit Miami Beach and swim in the ocean. Maybe it's cliché, but a dream is a dream. At the very beginning, we went to Chicago—the Windy City, the city of the mafia, the city of the first skyscrapers, and the theatrical capital of America! I truly fell in love with this city, and I don't know why, but it feels like my city! It's impossible to describe all the beauty of this place; it is unique with its skyscrapers and the wonderful view from the famous Willis Tower, the tallest building in the world! I will never forget how I went up to the Skydeck on the 103rd floor at a height of 412 meters and stood on the glass balcony looking out at this whole beautiful city—it was a truly unforgettable feeling! It was honestly very scary, even knowing the fact that the glass can withstand up to 4 tons of weight. I miss Chicago so much, and I didn't want to leave at all. The only thing that comforted me was that the next stop was sunny Miami Beach. It really is paradise on earth! You get the feeling that no one works there, and everyone is just relaxing, lying on the warm sand by the ocean, sipping their cocktails. There was unbearable heat, and we walked the streets in swimsuits and sarongs without feeling embarrassed because it was the norm there. In Miami, it felt like we had ended up in Mexico; Spanish and Mexican people walk the streets, Spanish music plays in cafes and restaurants, and all the signs are in English and Spanish. But I actually liked that, since we had worked in a Mexican restaurant all summer, I found something familiar in it. We rested with all our hearts and got very badly sunburned, so much so that we couldn't put on clothes afterward, and I won't even mention the backpack. After sunny Miami, New York followed. We got there by train; I don't recommend taking their trains—of course, it's convenient, but it was terribly cold. In New York, we found accommodation in advance, and we spent three days there. To be honest, in such a metropolis, we didn't have enough time to visit many places. All summer, we wanted to get to the largest city in the USA, New York, as quickly as possible. During those days, we walked across the famous Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan Bridge, sat on the red benches in Times Square, and saw the one and only Lady Liberty. It is a very beautiful and great city, but unfortunately, we were disappointed to see a huge number of homeless people; this overcrowded city and the smell of stuffiness in the air made me sad. And when I saw a mountain of trash on the street by the road, I just couldn't believe my eyes that this was the very same New York I had strived so hard to get to, the one about which so many movies have been made and so many songs and poems written. But you know, there is nothing perfect in this world, and despite these minor disappointments, I am grateful to this city for the unforgettable sensations and memories. All the troubles and problems are forgotten the moment you walk the streets of Manhattan! Of course, it's worth visiting this city, but I wouldn't want to live there at all. That is how our unforgettable summer ended!

DKDinara Kantbekkantbek_dinara · 29 de nov. de 2015Ler

If you remember, in my previous blog I wrote that I really wanted to return to the USA and visit Miami, Chicago, and do everything I didn't have time to do before. Well, this summer I was able to make it all happen! I saw whales, visited states like Rhode Island and Connecticut, went to an Ed Sheeran concert, managed to get a tan in Miami, spent my birthday in Orlando, walked around Chicago, and of course, explored New York. Re-reading my previous blog, I remembered that a year ago all of this seemed impossible to me.....

BSBulat Shaydullinbulat8801 · 1 de fev. de 2015Ler

"You can't just not go to Miami if you're in Florida" (c) Joyful after magical Orlando and fully confident that I had a place to stay, I arrived at the bus station and said goodbye to the receptionist. And then I realized that I didn't have his brother's address, only a phone number that wasn't being answered. Apparently, I thought, I'm not that lucky. And I promised myself to find accommodation in Washington as soon as I had the chance. Getting on the bus from Orlando to Miami, I was taken aback: it was full. Almost full—there was only one seat next to a suspicious man in a dirty t-shirt and with an unkempt beard, where no one was sitting. I had to sit down. We started talking. Then we started playing chess on his phone. Then he started showing photos of his children, grandchildren, wife, house, cars, and motorcycles. Yes, he was by no means a vagrant, but a man with 3 cars, 4 motorcycles, a wife, children, grandchildren, and his own house. Looks are deceiving) When we started talking about me, I said that I was a student, had worked all summer in the States, and was now traveling, but I had nowhere to stay in Miami; and I immediately asked if I could stay with them? I immediately added that I was ready to pay them $20 a day. He called his wife and sent her my photo, after which permission to stay was granted) Tip: Don't be shy to ask for help and don't be afraid to offer it. This man turned out to be a former military man. Huge knives, machetes, crossbows, rifles, bows, arrows, a Colt Python, revolvers, a heavy Desert Eagle, bullets—half of this was hanging on the wall, half was hidden in his closet, and a bow was lying in the backyard, which I took advantage of. I immediately found myself accommodation in Washington so as not to bother random people on the bus. Honestly, I didn't go to those famous pretentious clubs. And it's a shame I didn't manage to go alligator hunting. But not going to Miami Beach would have been a crime! Yes, if you don't know, the de facto main language in Florida is Spanish: very, very, very many Spanish speakers don't know English and don't understand why they should learn it—everyone speaks their language anyway. Even announcements at the Miami airport and at the Greyhound station sound first in Spanish, and only then in English. In my presence, a Mexican woman approached a salesperson, started saying something quickly, the saleswoman replied that she didn't speak Spanish, and the Mexican woman started a scandal and called the manager. Such are the things. Maybe I had been on the beaches of South Carolina for too long, maybe the Harry Potter park was still playing in my head—but I didn't feel any special joy from the snow-white sand of Miami. A sunny city, a beautiful sandy beach, an absolutely empty downtown—all this needs to be seen, but I don't see the point in staying here for more than 3-4 days. Therefore, as soon as Wednesday came, I paid for the gas for the couple who took me in and left for Washington.

ARAnna Rutmanrutman-anna · 31 de jan. de 2015Ler

"The last week... so fast" We were starting our final days on Cape Cod when the first calls came in from our American friends saying they were leaving and coming to say goodbye. "Already???" I felt uneasy. I was scrolling through my whole summer and couldn't understand how it had flown by so quickly. Danny arrived, we spent about 2 hours together, and then we went to the car and hugged him goodbye. He couldn't get into the car for a long time. Everyone was crying. He put on the sad song "lead me out of the dark" and slowly started to drive away. We watched him go into the distance and sang along to the song. It became very sad. A few days later, my dear friends Aika, Masha, and Natasha left. To say it was sad and empty is an understatement. I would come to work, and the staff was getting smaller and smaller. Every day, people were leaving and leaving. In the last working days, there were few people in the parks; I sat and remembered this wonderful summer... On 09/02, I was flying to Miami. I had to say goodbye to everyone, but I comforted myself only with the thought that we would definitely meet again someday. So many words were said, so many tears were shed... I didn't even want to fly to Miami anymore... I felt empty inside... Only one person remained... Someone close and dear, whom we met in Miami... but I never saw the others again. When you are in America... cherish every moment... cherish the time and the people around you... unfortunately, it will all pass...

АСАртём СелезнёвZellss · 1 de nov. de 2012Ler

During my time in the USA, I managed to sleep in McDonald's, at airports, in 2 hotels, 2 hostels, a rented room, on a bench, on the ocean shore, in a restaurant, in a field, at a train station, in a den (more on that later), at an acquaintance's apartment, and simply not sleep at all. A true Russian starter pack=) After the hotel security guard interrupted my sleep, I still had 4 nights left to spend in Miami. On the first night, I went to see some acquaintances, but unfortunately, they were having a party at the time, and I almost got into a fight with one of the guys I didn't know. Clearly, I wasn't going to get any sleep there. In the end, I spent another night walking around Miami Beach. I managed to fall asleep on the bus a couple of times, since it takes over an hour to get from South Beach to Sunny Isles. The next night I spent on the beach by the ocean. It's a strange feeling to wake up on the shore. That night I met two American girls who were very curious about why I was lying by the ocean at night)) On the third and fourth nights, the owner of a small restaurant took me in, which I've already written about. It was bliss: food, a warm room, free internet. 33 pleasures=) But then, the day arrived for which I had bought a ticket to New York. But here's the catch, guys: the people I left my things with weren't home. I spent literally an hour pounding on the door to no avail. Later, through friends of friends, I got their phone number and called. A sleepy voice came through the speaker. It turns out they had been sleeping peacefully in their room the whole time, completely ignoring my attempts to break the door down))) Grabbing my things, I ran for the bus to the airport. In the end, I managed to make it to my flight just before it took off. Phew, I thought the habit of arriving for a flight at the last minute only applied to trains. As it turns out, it's progressing)))