Rehoboth Beach: Seyahat rehberi, fiyatlar ve ücretsiz konaklama · 2026

OOOralbek Otegulovjohnfkennedy · 29 Kas 2015Oku

America was created for everyone and it is full of fun. You can live there as you want. Of course under the American laws. You have the rights and duties. If you are under 21, you can’t drink alcohol. It’s prohibited by Federal law. During my trip in America I found a lot of friends from different countries of the world. Most of my friends are from Bulgaria, Ukraine, Moldova, Romania and Turkey etc. We are still keeping in touch. Some of them invited me to see their countries. And I decided to write something about them. The first person who I met in Rehoboth Beach was Mirela Balan – helpful Balkan girl. She is very friendly, intelligent, attractive, beautiful and clever. She is from Romania and she has been living in America for some years. When I was working in Corner Grille as kitchen assistant, she also worked there as waitress. She is really nice person and true friend. I dream to see her again and I believe that my dream will come true in one day… Rehoboth Beach is full of students from all over the world. We meet most of them on the street, on buses, in churches. The next friends I met were Monika Mageranova and Didi Ilieva from Bulgaria. We met while we were going to the Walmart supermarket. Monika helped me choose a phone. Before that, I walked around for 3-4 days without a phone. Yes, walking without a phone is not an easy task. At this moment, I realized that our lives are completely tied to mobile phones. When we are in our country, if something happens, we immediately run to the phone. Following this habit, I also reached for the phone in my pocket, took it in my hand, and only after looking at the screen did I realize that it couldn't help me here. Only then did I wake up. Even though there were people all around, I felt lonely. I really had no one there. I didn't even have a phone with Wi-Fi to access the internet. Others at least had these phones. But I had nothing at all. The French language, which I had been struggling to learn for years, was of no use. My only weapon in my hand was the English language. From this moment on, I realized that it is a very powerful weapon. Only when I mastered this weapon freely did my life improve. Yes, English is truly the most powerful weapon in the world. If every Kazakh child masters this weapon perfectly, no enemy can defeat us. I met many people in America. It is impossible to write about all of them individually. I will only briefly touch upon the most noteworthy ones. One of the people who left a special impression on me was a Kosovar girl, Arjeta Zabeli. I met her on August 20, 2014, when I went to the state of Pennsylvania. - Hi! - Hi! - What’s your name? - Arjeta. - Oralbek. - Nice to meet you! - Nice to meet you too! Where are you from? - Kosova. - Kosova? Oh, really? - Yes… Do you know Kosova? - Yes, I know Kosova. - Where is it? - It’s in Balkan Peninsula. Between Serbia, Albania, Montenegro and Macedonia. She was wondered and said: “You are the first person who knows Kosova. Nobody knows Kosova here”. - I know. It’s new country… That’s why most of people don’t know about it. - How do you know Kosova? - I like politics. I know your President Ibrahim …(I couldn’t remember his last name) - Ibrahim? Our President is woman…. - I know. Your first President… Who was his last name…? - Do you mean Ibrahim Rugova? - Yes! Ibrahim Rugova. He was very nice person… She was very surprised when she found out that I also knew about Ibrahim Rugova. Because even about Kazakhstan, which gained independence in 1991, many people in America do not know much, let alone Kosova, which gained independence only in 2008. If they know, they only know from movies. Yes, Ibrahim Rugova was indeed a good person. But he did not live to see his country gain independence. He passed away 2 years before independence, in 2006, at the age of 61. I never thought I would meet people from a small country located on the Balkan Peninsula in America. I met such a pure creation of nature for the first time in

NBNatasha Belyaevasolnyshko_1994 · 24 Kas 2015Oku

Gale-force winds, torrents of water from the sky, some blurry lights in the distance – hello, New York, we finally met! Not exactly how I imagined you, of course, but still. My heart is going 'thump-thump', my brain is like 'mission number 1 – find my suitcase among hundreds of others, mission number 2 – find the guys from E-Point who will take me home'. Is there anyone here who speaks Russian, hey? Control passed, stamp in the passport placed, mission number 1 successfully completed – the suitcase is with me. Mission number 2.. By the way, yes, E-Point is such a cool organization that handles literally everything related to a student's 'Work and Travel' summer at quite affordable prices: finding housing for the duration of the stay in the States, transportation to and from the airport, organizing trips to the most popular tourist spots in the country, and, in general, that's quite a list. There is a small 'but', this team only works on the East Coast with resort towns like Ocean City, Bethany Beach, Rehoboth Beach, and Easton. If you are heading to one of them in the summer, consider yourself lucky. From New York, they will take you right to the doorstep of your American 'home' – fast, with loud music in the speakers. I wanted to end on 'comfortably', but then I thought that this point is a bit questionable, so let's stick to the first two. Fast and with music – yay! This is what the 'E-Point' super-spacious all-terrain vehicle looked like, which we used to get to Washington in August. Finding their representative was not difficult: a guy with a huge white banner in a white t-shirt – everything branded – was standing with a cup of coffee right at the entrance to Terminal 1 of JFK airport and chatting with students already gathered around him. I approach, check in. Everyone is discussing something animatedly. I listen. And then someone suddenly asks me a question. I think, well, now I'll show them, did I study English for three years at university for nothing?! And somehow it didn't work, I didn't answer, I squeezed out some phrase at a schoolboy level, got confused, and fell silent. Does anyone speak Russian, guys? No one. A Czech guy in Czech, a trio from Romania in Romanian, a girl from Austria standing alone on the sidelines – where did I end up? And I had to wait an eternity for departure. The flight of the last group of students was delayed for a couple of hours, and we couldn't leave without them. You can't go outside – it's pouring rain, maybe eat something (I'd love some soup or potatoes with a cutlet) – fast food everywhere – and I couldn't swallow a bite, poke the phone – the battery gave up. I started wondering if I really like it here. After (attention!) 8 hours, we finally set off. In a small 'minibus' designed for 14 seats, there were 18 or even more of us sitting. Well, how 'sitting', we were barely squeezing against each other, shoving briefcases under our feet – we're moving, and that's fine, and good – everyone was too tired to pay attention to the inconvenience. 10 minutes after departure, we were already snoring peacefully to the sounds of American pop music, resting our heads on the shoulders of those sitting next to us. Soon 'home', soon 'home', soon.. Bethany!<3

ДГДиляра Гатиятуллинаdilyara.gatiyatullina · 1 Şub 2015Oku

Now I want to move on to the second word of the Work and Travel program. Oh, those travels! During this trip to America, we visited 6 of its states. Some might say it's not enough (especially since we didn't visit the western part of the USA), but for our first experience, it was something! But let's take things in order. First of all, it's worth mentioning the city where we lived for 3 months. Rehoboth Beach is a small but very pleasant resort town on the east coast of America. Americans come here to spend their vacation: to lounge on the beach, swim in the ocean, and go shopping in local stores (our state stood out favorably from all the others due to the absence of sales tax). That's why life is buzzing here in the summer - bars and restaurants are open until late at night, there are always many people on the streets, and during the day, there's nowhere to drop an apple on the beach. That is why all visiting international students are in demand here as service staff. But I have already talked about work, and I haven't yet talked about the love for this city that emerged. In this hustle and bustle and constant busyness, we somehow overlooked the charm of our place of residence for a long time. If you ignore the huge flow of visiting tourists constantly replacing each other, Rehoboth Beach is one of the wonderful cozy towns in America where everyone knows each other. This is especially noticeable in winter when there are no visitors (of course, I only know about this from stories). And of course, the proximity to the ocean is the main attraction of the city! When our summer in Rehoboth was coming to an end, my friend and I decided that we needed to watch the sunrise at least once while sitting by the waves. How sorry we were later that we didn't think of this earlier (although, to be honest, with such a work schedule and constant lack of sleep, we wouldn't have been able to do it often). What we saw will remain in our memory for a long time... We were not alone on the coast - there were many such lovers of beauty. Someone was just sitting on the beach, immersed in their thoughts, someone was playing with their children, someone was walking their dog, and someone was just strolling, or like us, photographing this miracle of nature. So my advice to you: if you have the opportunity to live near the ocean, do not miss this opportunity, and spend as much time as possible on its shore (the coast is especially beautiful at late or, conversely, early times, free from the huge influx of those wishing to sunbathe). Another advantage of our city was the church community, where elderly local residents very actively helped international students. For them, it was something like charity, and they really did a lot to make our lives easier. They did various things: from Monday to Thursday they held free dinners where you could eat well, gave students bicycles for the whole summer (also for free), and also organized excellent day trips at very low prices. Thanks to them, our travels began: we went to Washington in this way and later to the state of Pennsylvania (where a chic program was organized for us: meeting the Amish settlement, lunch at an expensive hotel, going to a concert, and visiting a memorial railway station). All this cost us one day (we just had to ask at both jobs for the day off to coincide with the trip) and quite modest sums. Another trip (to Niagara Falls) was organized without the help of the community, but with the active participation of international students. And besides that, my friend and I independently went to the nearby Ocean City - the local tourist epicenter of the state of Maryland. On days when only half a day was free, we naturally spent it without going anywhere: either soaking on the beach or going to the cinema/cafes/shops (we always especially missed such half-days off...). Thus, we always tried to use our time with maximum benefit so that we could both travel and recover (traveling, despite all its plea

ДГДиляра Гатиятуллинаdilyara.gatiyatullina · 1 Şub 2015Oku

Why such a long introduction describing all the minor troubles upon arrival? Because there were many such situations later on (for example, when we reached our town of Rehoboth Beach (DE), we were supposed to live with an American family by arrangement. The people themselves were nice, but the place where they lived was completely unsanitary. And I don't mean a little mess in the room. It was something like a dump inside their house with all the corresponding pets. So, in the very first week, we said goodbye to that family and found new housing). Some things happened because of our own mistakes, and some situations were completely beyond our control. But I want to note one thing: a perfect summer didn't happen and couldn't have happened, because when you come to another country, you have to admit to yourself that you can't avoid mistakes. Just like in any new endeavor in life, and that is very, very cool. What I am primarily grateful for this summer is my first experience of independent living and solving all my problems without anyone's help. Work. This is a separate and large part of the time spent in America. I had two jobs: the first, according to the job offer, as a housekeeper (i.e., a maid in a hotel), and the second as a sales assistant in a souvenir shop. I won't say it was easy, but again, you get used to everything quickly. In the first 3 weeks, when we only had one job, we spent our evenings either walking by the ocean or just wandering the streets, complaining to each other about how hard it turns out to be to work as a maid and how we don't have enough time to recover and rest. Now I remember this with a smile. Because as soon as we received our Social Security Card, we went to get a second job (The reason was more financial. Life in America is quite expensive, and we spent half our salary just on housing. Therefore, the desire to travel at the end of the summer and bring something back home prevailed). And that's when it was worth remembering those evenings with gratitude! Now every day off at either job (that is, half a day) was perceived as the best day of the week - you could spend this time only on yourself. We lived at this pace all summer: we got up around 7, got to work, had breakfast, the first workday started at 9:30, it always ended differently depending on the hotel's workload - it could be at 2, or closer to 5 PM, after which we had to run home, take a shower and get ready, it was lucky if we managed to grab a bite, and we ran to the second job by 5, where we stayed until 11-11:30. Such a routine was absolutely normal for any exchange student. Many, after such a day, still managed to drop by some party and party until dawn. And there was a charm in this: almost everyone present had to get up early the next day and go to work, but this did not stop them from being there and having a great time with their friends - this united them and gave such rest meaning. This is how we got our outlet and forgot about all the difficulties of an exchange student's life.

ASAlexandra Sinichkinasssahsha · 31 Oca 2015Oku

I live, work, and breathe in Rehoboth Beach, the gay capital. Yes, yes, this is not a typo, there are truly an unreal number of gay people here. Men here are not really 'men,' and finding someone is quite difficult, but entirely possible. Coming to the beach in the evening, you will immediately see a huge number of gay couples hugging, kissing, flirting... For a Russian person, this is shocking at first, as it is not typical for our culture, but after living here for a month or two, you get used to everything!) In general, RB is a beautiful town, rich in stores, hotels, cafes, and restaurants—what can I say, it's a tourist city.) If you check Wikipedia, you'll find that RB is a very small town with a population of only 1,327, but as we know, everything is relative. And I wouldn't say it's small; Barnard, VT is much smaller (my home last year). So, what about me?)))) hshshshshs) My house is in the city center, 15 minutes from the ocean and 5 minutes from my first main job. That's great. You know how I love to sleep and hate being late. And when you live near work, it gives you a number of advantages, like sleep!))) Work here is simultaneously difficult and simple. I couldn't find a second job for two weeks; it was terrible, everywhere they asked to fill out these stupid applications (resumes, simply put). Instead of just saying YES or NO, they hand you these papers(( After two weeks, I finally found a second job, and then luck sat on my lap, and now I have four. I am a hustler, I am, I am a hustler)) There is almost no time for anything; every day you get tired, and you rush home—shower, sleeep. Oh, thanks to one person who keeps me going every day... without him, I probably would have gone crazy from this rhythm of life. About job. I work in different establishments, and in each one, the relationships with people are so different, it's very strange. In Russia, everything is somehow simpler. I mean gay men and lesbians. Gay men hire only boys, and lesbians hire girls. And you know how difficult it is when your employers are a gay man and a lesbian... aaaaa Okaaaay, and now I'll tell you more about some of the days spent here. In the first few days, Gary entertained me; Chris (my employer) introduced me to him. Gary is just an unrealistically good, fun, and interesting person. He immediately gave me a tour of the whole city, to the most interesting places. It's so great to listen to him. At this moment in my life, I haven't found it this easy and simple to talk to any other American.) It's so great, actually... Communication here is not a problem; everyone is kind and cheerful. The only thing is there are many Russian-speaking J-1 students. But that's also a plus for you; for example, you're walking on the boardwalk, you go into an ice cream shop, and an acquaintance is working there, they treat you for free, you go into another cafe—the situation repeats. It's cool)) ...As many know, July 4th is a big holiday in the USA. And we decided to celebrate it on the beach. There were an unusually large number of people, parking lots were fuuuuully packed, everywhere there were lounge chairs, chairs, blankets... aaaa, madness.) That day I tried American beer for the first time; it didn't impress me, beer is beer. Or maybe I'm just not a connoisseur of this drink!) I got distracted) so, people, beach, ocean, and a huge fireworks display. I have never seen such a long fireworks show. I even got tired of standing with my head tilted back.)) You can't imagine how happy the American people were with every explosion of lights. Yes, they are still more emotional than people from any other country. After the fireworks, we wanted to go to an afterparty at Chris's house, but we ran into a typical Moscow situation—TRAFFIC. Fuuuuuuuuuck, but we are in America... Anyway, we moved the party to the back of a pickup truck. It was so fun and unusual. Like I was in an American movie, playing the lead role. Wow)) Yes, by the way, our city has a small amus

СМСергей Мигинmigin94 · 19 Ara 2014Oku

August ...more further west. Niagara Falls. August 3rd. We were on the road for at least 8 hours by bus. Another tour group, only this time it was Dominican-Kazakh-Russian. When we were checked into the "Sun days Hotel," I was indescribably sleepy. The thing is, by my calculations, I hadn't slept for about 32 hours since that day. I just can't sleep on the road, and we left almost immediately after I finished work. I dozed off for about 30-40 minutes and went downstairs so as not to miss the tour meeting, where our guides were supposed to tell us and show us what's what here. After a ten-minute explanation, we headed to a small building where we bought a combo ticket, which allows you to visit all the sights of Niagara. What natural beauty and harmony there is, with the power of two waterfalls! I had a day and a half to spare, so I slowly started looking around at the observation deck. While I was standing there looking down at these waterfalls from a height, I wanted to hurry down to the excursion boat, which gathers crowds of tourists wearing specially provided raincoats, all identical, and we were all blue as we sailed right up to the waterfall. All this power, strength, and the sound of tons of falling water can only be felt by sailing close to these waterfalls. This half-hour ride near the waterfalls was so emotional that after getting back to shore, it took me about 10 minutes to come to my senses and take off the raincoat, which was wet from the spray. I took a bunch of photos at Niagara Falls; at one point, I even ran out of memory on my phone and had to delete old photos and videos, but I continued to visit the sights of Niagara. The evening was memorable for me with a very cool and mesmerizing fireworks display. The next day, I slept through my breakfast) Luckily, there was still food in my backpack. As soon as I finished my homemade breakfast of bananas and sandwiches with orange juice, I continued my tour of the sights. An aquarium where I saw many different fish and a couple of interesting shows, a specially equipped cinema about the history of Niagara's development, a historic trolley with uncomfortable wooden seats, and, of course, a pleasant rain at the end of my trip signaled that it was time to return to the hotel, from where we would again make an eight-hour journey to Ocean City, and then it's another 15 minutes home by bike. "We'll manage," I thought. August turned out to be very rich in events and adventures. By the time I finished working, I had learned to surf and fall very gracefully, save a drowning person, saw baseball in person, and walk using GPS on my cell phone along deserted roads. But perhaps I will tell you about that now. And again the alarm at 6 a.m. and back on the road. August 18th. Just yesterday, they were seeing me off at work with a nice cake with inscriptions saying they would miss me, and today I am setting off again to continue looking for adventures. Bus, walking, boat, bus again. Such a thorny path I have to overcome to visit a close and dear person to me. This person lives and works in the state of New Jersey, in a city called Wildwood. To get to this city, I need to cross the bay from the neighboring state of Delaware, the city of Lewes. But one thing at a time. Taking my backpack with a couple of bananas and orange juice at 7 a.m., I went to the bus that would take me from my Ocean City to the city of Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. By 9 o'clock I arrived in the city, where I visited the famous Tanger Outlets. It's a bunch of brand-name stores gathered in one place. After buying a pair of Converse sneakers, I headed on foot to the neighboring city of Lewes, from which the ferry departs to the state of New Jersey. I had to walk 9 miles along deserted highways, and on the map, it didn't look that far at first glance, but how wrong I was. If you watched "Smallville" as a child, you will understand what vast farmland looks like in America. This was the view that accompanied me for 3-4 ho