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ALAnastassya LebedevaNastyaLebedeva · 28 de out. de 2012Ler

Letter from August 31 Sender: Anastasia Lebedeva, Houston Airport, Texas Recipient: Yulia Keda, Kazakhstan Hi, Yul! The adventures continue. I'm writing these lines and I can't believe what happened to us. 9:40 AM. We are sitting in Terminal E. It's hard to describe what we just went through. Yes, we missed our flight! As Zombie and Zhenya noted, it's just like in a movie! The alarm went off at 5:30 AM. I heard Anya's voice: "Get up fast! If we miss the first bus, we'll miss the flight!" Our flight to Flagstaff, Arizona is at 9:20 AM. Breakfast is out of the question. Arriving at the stop, we were annoyed to find that the bus had just left, and the next one wouldn't be there for half an hour. Well, I thought, there's still time. We specifically got up early to at least catch the second bus. Rummaging through our pockets, we didn't find any change. And we have to travel with transfers; we'll need to take a bus in Arizona too. I ran back to the hostel, where, of course, the door was locked. I broke a twenty, ran to the stop. My breathing is uneven; that's what happens when you don't exercise. Anya is angry. There's no mood for anything. We had a fight. Finally, the bus arrived. We loaded the huge suitcase, arrived in Downtown, and waited there for about 30 minutes, maybe more. Bus 102 arrived, which was supposed to take us to the airport. We are hungry as wolves, and it's an hour's drive to the airport. "We'll eat at the airport – there should be a McDonald's there!" says Anya. We arrived at the airport at Terminal C. Where should we go? Anya checked online; our airline is located in Terminal A. We went down, took the train, and arrived at Terminal A. We remembered that the suitcase weighs more than it should. We had to move things into a backpack. Then we checked in online, got our tickets, and paid 25 dollars for the suitcase. Hunger is taking its toll. We looked at the clock. What McDonald's?! We have NO time. Boarding has ALREADY started! Looking at the ticket, we were horrified to discover that our flight would be from Terminal E, which we have to take the train to again! We went down. No train. We wait. It's supposed to run every three minutes. Where is it? There's no time. We're nervous. Boarding is already happening!!! We still need to go through security! The train! Finally! Our Terminal E is located next to Terminal D. So when we got off the train, we still had to find our terminal. We went up the escalator and saw a huge line for security. 20 minutes until departure. Boarding is over. We approach every person in line and ask to let us through. Everyone lets us pass and wishes us luck. We quickly kicked off our sneakers, put our belongings into special bins, went through the scanner, and ran on! We are running with the second suitcase, 2 rolls of photo wallpaper in our hands, a camera around our necks, I put my sneakers on like slippers, Anya is barefoot! As luck would have it, our gate E1 is at the very end. We ran there, and they told us the plane had just left... It's 9:17 AM. I don't know what to do. It was so hard for us to get these tickets. Where is our suitcase? It's flying to Flagstaff via Phoenix, and we are at Houston Airport. Tears in my eyes. I'm nervous. It's all because we missed the first bus! Anya is also tired of the bad luck, she doesn't want anything. We ask a Bush Airport employee to help us. She calls another one and says they will help us! Who doesn't have bad days? Many people are late. Really? It seems to me that only we are unlucky. Especially after our flight to New Orleans was canceled and we didn't know what to do. We went further. Anya can't find her phone. "It's all because I don't have pockets in my pants! There's nowhere to put it!" Bad luck again! She ran back to security to look for the phone. I'm waiting. Another woman agreed to change our tickets. The next flight to Phoenix is at 11:29 AM! And they will put us on it! It's so good that we have a 3-hour wait between flights. Then we w

ALAnastassya LebedevaNastyaLebedeva · 28 de out. de 2012Ler

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!

VViktormorfeus929 · 5 de nov. de 2010Ler

In America, in the Rocky Mountains, I saw the only reasonable method of art criticism. In a bar above the piano hung a sign: “Do not shoot the pianist — he is doing his best.” Oscar Wilde On the morning of September 9th, we woke up at 3 a.m., packed our tent and belongings, and since no one from the campsite administration had arrived, we got into the car with peace of mind and left. Since our tent was a 2-person one, the girls slept in the car, which is also a pretty good option. In general, if you are going on a long trip, it is best to leave early in the morning, specifically at 3-4 a.m. 3 a.m. is better. A person's best sleep is from 10 p.m. to 3 a.m., and it is truly better to sleep during this time. During these 5 hours of sleep, you can restore your strength for the whole day. Leaving in the evening is not a very good option, as you will most likely fall asleep at the wheel. So, we left at 3. And according to the old scheme — 2 hours for me, 2 hours for my brother. And we talked constantly so as not to fall asleep. That’s how we drove for about 5 hours. Then, at one gas station, we discovered a pretty decent Texas diner and decided to eat there. What I especially liked about the state of Texas is the people. Everyone is very hospitable and treats tourists well. While we were having breakfast at the restaurant, almost half the people in the room got to know us. In the end, we took a group photo and drove on. And soon enough, we left the state of Texas for the state of New Mexico. It got even more interesting after that. We drove into the city of El Paso. This is a legendary city on the border of the USA and Mexico. The American part of the city is called El Paso, and the Mexican part is Juarez. I once read on the internet that Juarez is recognized as the most criminal city on the planet. Constant drug cartel wars are waged there, which is why innocent people die. That's how it is. The border between the two states runs almost in the center of the city. And from Interstate 10, you can see poor Mexico very well. Also, there are a lot of Border Patrol agents in New Mexico. It feels like there are more of them there than regular cars. At the exit from the city, we were stopped by border guards at a random checkpoint and ordered to get out of the car and show our passports. They checked the trunk of the car and our visas, and asked where we were going. We honestly answered that we were students from Ukraine and were going to California for a vacation. It wasn't hard to believe, since by that time our car was already quite decorated with abbreviations of different states on one side and a huge inscription “Cali TRIP” on the other. In short, they smiled at us, wished us a happy journey, and let us go. I was also curious about what the US-Mexico border looks like, so we drove to the checkpoint itself. Nothing special, I tell you. An ordinary 2-story building and a few patrol cars near it. And I thought... There is also a wall about 2 meters high, red in color, separating the two states. I once heard a myth that there are a lot of illegal immigrants running around near the border, dirty, with plaid bags on their shoulders. We didn't see a single one. Apparently, they run at night. On such a wave, we drove through New Mexico. Here, in the desert, we began to feel the lack of gas stations. Before, they were practically every 20-30 miles. Here, you could drive 100 miles and not see a single one. It is a desert, after all. Next – Arizona. The last state before California. We all always associated Arizona with cacti. I especially wanted to see big ones, 2 meters high, like they show in movies. But here we were disappointed. There are NO cacti there. Big ones, for sure. Having already passed the state capital, the city of Phoenix, we saw a small area where cacti grew, fenced with barbed wire, of course. But unfortunately, only small cacti grew there. And, oh miracle, we saw one big one. I still managed to photograph this legendary spec

UUSAblogi · 2 de out. de 2009Ler

[Retrospective of pre-trip fuss from my main blog http://hiatemyself.blogspot.com/] 19.02.09 Satan on the line I was going to sleep when suddenly, Satan called. His name is Peter. He lives on Cape Cod, Massachusetts, USA. He asked about my father's job and if I had watched the Bourne trilogy. I hadn't. But he hadn't watched Brazil. He also asked if I knew how to fix bikes and a bunch of other nonsense. ...he likes the pronunciation of the word dol_bo_yob dol_bo_yob_ka... I barely understood what was happening. Maybe his grandmother was Russian. In Poland. A Russian Pole. Or something else... that's him for you. An American Satan. -SH_SH=O_O=K_K- 04.03.09 [>] Do You Need a Job? DO UUU NEED A JOOOB!!!??? [current music >>> Phoenix Bodies - Get a Job] So Marina chatted with Satan too. Hail Satan. It seems he's taking us! For now, a bunch of nuances are still unclear. They'll be cleared up when the filled-out paper is sent back. Ugh... green pies and Grandma Nadya, amen. 09.03.09 we've got the fucking job That's it. The hellish epic of job hunting is over. Contracts are in hand. We are going to Dennis Port, MA. A little motel a hundred meters from the ocean - WOO-HOO! cowabunga... ...and tons of bed linen and other #@$%!. We are housekeepers, damn them x_X 20.04.09 NOtes fROm mosCOW # 2_embassy My relatives were dying of laughter at me when I said I needed to be at the embassy by 6 AM, like it was some kind of scam, everyone is sleeping, the metro won't come for you and all that. By the way, before that, I went for a jog at 5:10 (to Changes, which I went to see that same evening, haha), since the buses weren't running yet. Another figure ran towards me out of the darkness, also in a hood. A bit confusing/scary. I got upset and walked. Anyway, after 15-20 minutes I was riding the first metro train. I waited for Marina at the station, and we went to freeze by the Chaliapin monument. We were incredibly lucky to be in the first 30. We froze for probably an hour. And they kept lining up a live queue of less lucky poor souls... they started letting us inside (after 8:30, I think), and it started raining... poor students. It's not gloomy/scary in the embassy at all, as some claim. It's very modern. Lots of red, prints/paintings on the walls, again some kind of 'contemporary art' that's cute for no reason. They took our fingerprints with a scanner. And that's it. 3 windows to the consuls. An Azerbaijani guy was standing in front of me, explaining for a long time that he would be working as a sales assistant for phone accessories. Maybe not for long, but my time deformed SO much in both directions, stealing my breath and voice along with it. In short, fear and horror seized me at the last moment, although I had been almost calm before that. Someone inside me answered the consul, apparently an autopilot, thankfully the questions were ordinary: place of study, where/who are you going to work as. I walked out - it let go instantly, I felt very good. Marina was released right after. They asked her about 'random stuff' - how long it takes to get from Ulyanovsk to Moscow and what she had for breakfast. Anyway, we got our visas. Yeah, baby. Just over a month left...

PDPolina Derkach9 de jan. de 2023Ler

Dear reader, You are very welcome on this page about my journey. My name is Polina, and I would like to express my interest in applying for the “Work and Travel” program. I am 20 years old and I’m also a 4th-year student of the Faculty of Social and Humanitarian Relations of the Borys Grinchenko Kyiv University. To be honest when I was a first-year student I was thinking about a lot of programs for young people, student exchange programs and so on. I like the idea of studying, working, and living abroad, because what could be more valuable than having one's own experience. No matter how many times you've heard it, it's better to try it yourself once. I have the same story with international exchange programs. I have heard about them many times, but I have never tried them. But in my story, I have not yet tried similar programs on my own experience, because then there was Covid, I returned home again, started working on-line. Time moves very fast, and I really tried to keep up, but then the war started and I, as many Ukrainians, lost myself in all these information and disinformation, forgot to count months. So, now here I am studying in the 4th year, without ever having gone to study or travel abroad as a student. Life seems to flow through the fingers. But let's not be upset! What do I know about the programs? When I was a student at school, I heard a lot about various foreign programs for students. For example, my older cousin went abroad to work and travel by herself, so I was sure that I would do the same. Also, my relatives often talked about international programs, namely that when I enter the university, I should not miss the opportunity to apply for such a program. I am sure that everything has its time, so here I am. I would love to become part of your program because this is the best way for me become independent and find myself. I am especially interested in your organize because this is the way to know yourself. I read a lot, learned about the program “Work and Travel” and most of the participants say that it was in the United States of America that they found themselves. Of course, everyone told that it was difficult, a lot of work, you are left alone in an unfamiliar society, and there is a lot of new and unknown things. I can't make any excuses, because I've never participated, but the reviews inspire me to try and believe that I will succeed. you challenge yourself, try new things and rise like a phoenix from the ashes. So as you can tell from this program I expect challenges for myself, which is quite strange, but I feel like I have to live it. So, of course, I expect new impressions, new sensations and experiments from the program, I want to try to work abroad, feel the atmosphere of life in the United States of America. Probably everyone has dreamed of the so-called "American Dream" at some point in their lives, so this is a great chance to try it. Regarding work, it is quite diverse and you can definitely find something to your liking, there is also an advantage in that we ourselves choose the state where we will live and work. Also regarding housing, this program is a unique opportunity to live abroad, alone, with all the possibilities and negativity, but it is a priceless experience. I also wanted more Americans and foreigners in general to learn about Ukraine. I would like to exchange experience and cultural values. All people are different and we all see the world in our own way, but now there is a war in our country and we live every day as our last, so we cannot let the world forget about us. And working and living abroad, we will exchange experience and make our contribution to the enlightenment of foreigners regarding the Russian-Ukrainian war. I also read many interesting stories when the program participants met and maintained contact with friends from the cities where they lived, so this is a great opportunity to expand your horizons. As I already said, participation in the program will help me i