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)))