If I'm going to start a story about America, it has to be from the very beginning: the plane! The flight was long... Minsk-Moscow-Washington-Denver-Jackson! I was very worried about making all my connections, as I had anywhere from 1.5 hours to 55 minutes depending on the airport... In Moscow, the flight check-in system glitched right in front of me, and we waited a whole hour for them to fix it. The departure was delayed by 45 minutes. Standing next to me were a woman—an economics professor—and a man—some singer on tour—and I spent the whole hour listening to them talk about how many countries they had visited! Unfortunately, they didn't say anything interesting; I even doubt they were listening to each other... They were mostly just bragging and competing... In any case, upon arriving in Washington, I had to go through customs. The woman in front of me didn't speak English, so the customs officer called me over and asked me to help translate... That was the first time I received a compliment on my English on American soil. I felt proud of that for about five hours, but then I arrived at my destination, and when they asked me about the economic situation in Belarus, I realized I couldn't squeeze out more than two or three sentences... that was sad... But returning to the flights, my favorite moment is the plane taking off! It picks up speed, and more, and more, and then we're flying. After that, it's not interesting to me anymore, and nothing exciting happens. The main takeaway from all these flights was the motto: Relax! Everything works out very easily and stress-free; all the transfers were successful without any trouble, and I got huge pleasure from flying halfway across the world completely on my own! I think you should try it sometime too! : - )