Hershey: Travel guide, prices and free housing · 2026

VIVioletta Ivanovaiviolet007 · Dec 8, 2017Read

Did you sin at night, Desdemona? This is a question I could, and even should, have asked myself every time I went to sleep on that side of the hemisphere on the island of Nantucket. Nope, I was never known for a wild obsession with healthy eating. Balanced eating - sure. Everything changed after the very first COUPLE OF WEEKS in the States. America, America, what are you doing? And what it does, or rather what this country produces, is so many delicious things, unknown to us Russians, that you don't even notice how your body starts going crazy from all these tastings of American products. We need to start from the basics, so to speak. It's not that I hadn't been to large supermarkets at all, don't get me wrong. It's all about what you can find in them. Rapid heartbeat, palms start to sweat, and the right eye starts twitching quietly. No, these are not the sensations before a first job interview, and not even the feelings I experienced before an interview at the embassy. This is exactly how I used to sneak up to my favorite antidepressant on the island where I worked in the summer - Stop and Shop. Two words, one supermarket, just me and American goodies. (and a shopping cart in my hands, of course) BUT I'm not in a hurry to talk about those very tempting chocolates, or about that WIDEST assortment of ice cream (although no, I will say that you simply must try Ben & Jerry's ice cream). PS: I'll clarify - the Phish food flavor is my favorite :)))) Or how about roasting those very marshmallows over a campfire? And snacking on it with a legendary Hershey's chocolate bar. Yumm! So, what was I talking about? Ah, yes, the goal of my narrative is not at all to recommend products in supermarkets (you will find that out yourself upon arrival in the States at the first grocery store you come across). I want to tell you how, in my subsequent trips, I tried to avoid all this abundance. I don't deny it, it was difficult.. The fact is that healthy eating in America, and let's be honest, in Russia, is not something everyone can afford. Well, for example, if I wanted to cook myself dinner, a full dinner, the costs were no less than 15 dollars (I want to note that the setting is the island of Nantucket, Massachusetts, where I spent three summers on the Work and Travel program). Since the picture on the right looked like my (and my friend's) "weekend" breakfast. It's an expensive business.. but it's worth it. The cutest, atmospheric place called "Island kitchen" is just a big concentration of care and love, which is so lacking far from home. But, of course, you can't eat like that every day. Photo on the left - independent attempts at a quick and healthy breakfast. Of course, oatmeal, sir, and lots and lots of cinnamon (I mean A LOT, we are in America after all ;). They really love it there. Surely, I'm not the only one who noticed.) Let's return to the topic of "price-quality" of products. For comparison, something like "dry rations" or semi-finished products cost me 4-5 dollars. A significant difference, right? Right. But, now for a second, it should be noted: a) the time spent on cooking while having several jobs was quite significant b) pizza, sandwiches, ready-made fried chicken, and crackers after a while began to manifest themselves brightly in the wrong places. So, all those stories you've heard from your Work and Travel friends are true. Bringing back extra kilograms from America as a bonus along with good impressions from the trip is very possible. The second and third time I arrived on the island, I cooled down a bit towards my antidepressant - the supermarket, and no longer rushed to it headlong after a hard day's work. I found a way out in very convenient and accessible ready-to-eat food delivery apps. There are a lot of them in America. Just as many as there are types of ice cream. (oops) But still, I won't hide the fact that it was my bitter experience in the first year of getting to know America that pushed me to find the answer t

VMValeriya Matyukhinalera.matyukhina · Jan 31, 2015Read

The next item on the program was a three-day Las Vegas-Grand Canyon tour, which turned out to be a Chinese one (now I understand there's nothing surprising about that, but back then it was a Surprise!), meaning the tour guide and everyone except us and a couple of other people were Chinese. While we were on the bus, a sweet girl with hard-to-understand English made announcements into the microphone and told us things along the way. But she did it in a very interesting way: she managed to condense a 15-minute speech in Chinese into 2-3 minutes in English... Las Vegas greeted us with insane heat. I had never felt like such a shrimp in a pot (that's the influence of seafood, don't pay attention) before. It was hard to constantly convert from Fahrenheit to Celsius and back, but the temperature was clearly over 42-43 degrees. Surprisingly, such heat was easy to tolerate. At least for me, a die-hard person who is always cold. :) We only managed to walk around the city more or less on one of the evenings. And here is what I will say: Vegas... it doesn't sleep at all. However, it is much more beautiful at night, in the evening, when it gets dark, with lights, signs, and people all around. There is a prototype of the Eiffel Tower, the Statue of Liberty, the fountain show at the Bellagio hotel, and even Disney characters and castles. Sweet lovers will find many edible souvenirs at the Hershey's store. The view from the 26th floor of our hotel is worth a lot, and the territory of the Circus Circus Hotel itself is amazing. It would seem that this is just one of the city's hotels, but it is a whole town where there is everything: from the largest casino, cafes, billiards, a pool, and luxurious rooms to a small church. The atmosphere of this city cannot be conveyed in words; you need to dive into it, headfirst. But then we went to the Grand Canyon. Compared to Vegas, it's a bright contrast. There, it's illumination, you can see that people have done and created so much, but here Nature itself created it, and did it in its own charming way. We visited all the points of the canyon, had lunch in the fresh air, continuing to admire the mountain ranges. And then we even took pictures on horses. The highlight of the program was our trip back to Los Angeles. We were taken to a chocolate factory, which had an M&M's store. I left a veeery large amount of money there... The temptation was just too strong.

ССлаваErofeev · Oct 13, 2010Read

The number of photos reflects the number of impressions. So, this week we only photographed m&m's and Hershey's... Human life loses all meaning if it lacks some kind of occupation (the nature of this occupation, of course, everyone determines for themselves based on their abilities and needs, but that's not the point). Even surrounded by heavenly attributes, we began to rot in boredom, in idleness. And it is in such moments that you are interested in nothing but small, multi-colored chocolate balls. Ocean? It only gets you dirty with salt and sand, and you have to wash yourself off afterwards. Miami? I never liked the sauna, and if they keep adding steam, you just want to die. Pool? There is nothing more disgusting than ending up in warm water after a sauna, where you feel like a boiled carrot.... Daily trips to the "sauna" to find work were unsuccessful and didn't even bring hope for success. Everywhere, smiling American hands pushed us to fill out Applications, which said: "You have no chance." #tip #8 If you have definitely decided to spend the summer in Miami or another place with a tropical climate (that's what Wikipedia says), then take the thinnest t-shirts, shorts, and flip-flops with you... Don't even hope to ever wear pants or sneakers, because such things are worn there only by people with suicidal tendencies. =) _ #tip #9 In Wikipedia, we read: "The main amount of precipitation falls in the summer, the rainy season lasts from May to September, and in summer there is also high temperature and humidity. The rest of the year, temperatures are moderate with short cool periods. The hurricane season coincides with the rainy season, that is, it lasts from May to September." Thus, dear J-1 Visa holders, you are ending up right in a steam cooker. =) Any Miami resident will tell you that summer is not the season. Consequently, there is much less work than usual. But he who seeks shall find!! =) _ #tip #10 (for guys) Gentlemen, if girls are traveling with you, under no circumstances leave them alone. The luckiest Green card holders from Eastern Slavic countries, the African American male population, the Latin American male population... In short, everyone is ready to help girls in any situation ABSOLUTELY FREE OF CHARGE (that goes without saying! it's enough to look into their honest eyes!)... But it's better not to leave them and not create situations in which they would need help. =) ___ "Guys, are you looking for work?" rang out the voice of Vadim, whom the blind goddess directed our way. Well, naturally we are!!!! We had already started to despair!! We even began to regret that we refused to work illegally for a suspicious Syrian who pays $7.5/hour and takes absolutely everyone, who asks to work for him for 2 days as an intern, but in reality just doesn't want to pay for that time, who will clearly cheat, underpay, and treat you like slaves. Syrian, we want to work for you!!! But not just a grain, but a huge grain came our way in the person of Vadim! It all started with a small side job: for $50 for two (only the guys worked), we teleported a huge amount of trash for 40 minutes thanks to a cart that the American didn't allow us to take and which we took anyway. The best way in such a situation, when you want to do something but are not allowed to, is to pretend that you don't understand anything. The American spat on us, the Russians, and... we were already happily swimming in the pool, discussing the first dollars earned. Euphoria passed the next day. $50 now seemed like a grain that could be spent in one trip to the store, while buying only the essentials. Vadim didn't appear again. There was no more trash. Two days passed. A call! Vadim! There's work! $10/hour! We agree! What to do? On a yacht? Only guys? Repairs? Even piloting a fighter jet! We got up at 6 a.m. to get to work at the boat yard by 8. But, naturally, we were an hour and a half late. Work!!!!!!!!!!!! On a billionaire's yacht! Moreover, we

АСАлеся Селезневаforkgalaxy · Oct 31, 2009Read

Chapter Nine: Don't know what to call it Regarding my hand, I was a bit upset at first, because my ring finger wouldn't bend at all and scary thoughts came that I would never be able to draw or play the guitar again... But about four days later, when I got tired of riding a bike with one hand, missing out at the beach, and just because I was fed up, I said 'to hell with it' and took the cast off my hand. Besides, going to job interviews with a cast on your hand is kind of weird. But the splint on the finger stayed for now. At this very time, we discovered a new place packed with potential jobs - Barefoot Landing, which for some reason we found out about completely by accident (and unfortunately a bit too late - had we applied there as soon as we arrived, there wouldn't have been any problems...). It's a small town of one-story shops and restaurants, most of which stand on a small lake with lovely pedestrian bridges level with the water. We all liked this place immediately, and every day we went to besiege it in the hope that one shop would break under our pressure and hire us. And we were rewarded! Can you guess what this place turned out to be? :) A restaurant dedicated to one of our favorite drinks... Root Beer!!!! We fell in love with this place from the first time. The coziness, the vintage interior, the vintage Root Beer advertising signs on the walls, the sweet lady manager, the free, delicious, natural soda (because it was made exclusively from their own natural syrups), the abundance of exotic ice cream, hot dogs made from natural(!) sausages, and much more consumed our minds. They needed a guy and a girl, as just a day ago they had fired some klutzes who couldn't behave properly at SUCH a job. We were assured. And, rejoicing that they would call us the next day, we headed home with a clear conscience. And the next day (July 20th) was my Kiryusha's birthday. Sasha and I got up as early as possible and started 'cooking' him a cake. We dumped a pile of small donuts onto a huge plate, stuffed small and large marshmallows into the gaps, and poured Hershey's syrup all over it. When the main character started showing the first signs of waking up, I presented him with an almost real moon toy that hangs on the wall and at night, with the help of a small remote, can show such tricks as a full moon, a half-moon, a thin crescent, and other features that brought its owner into complete delight. Then we blindfolded the birthday boy and led him to the kitchen. There, a cake with sparklers, a card with Homer, and other little things were already waiting for him. It was Sunday, and in the morning, Grandma and I went to church. A bunch of people sang a birthday song there, and sweet grandmas pinched the birthday boy's cheeks. Then, as usual, we went to eat, and Grandma's friends Betty and Allin gave him a huge, colorful cake (too bad it wasn't very tasty). And at home, messages were already waiting for us on the answering machine from Lorna, the manager of the Root Beer place +) We were hired and start tomorrow.) At the morning interview, Lorna said that when she first saw us and invited us to work, she thought we were Americans.. There was already a cheerful girl named Caresse working there and a Russian girl named Oksana (we didn't like her much either because she looked at us the same way those people from Subway did, but to our joy, she only worked until 5, and we worked from five until the 12 o'clock closing). Our work consisted of pouring soda, making floats (soda with ice cream), milkshakes, smoothies, hot dogs, sandwiches, and wraps (this is an amazing delicacy of meat or fish with fresh vegetables, which are wrapped in a thin tortilla). At first, we had a hard time remembering the names and ingredients, but soon everything settled down. From six to ten, huge lines would form, we would run around like crazy, and with great speed and efficiency, we could prepare all the offered products at the same time. People would throw tips