Hi, guys!!!!!

Last time I ended my story at the moment we arrived in New York, or as they call it, the Big Apple.

And it's true, the city is just incredibly huge and stunning... but more on that later.

So, since my friend and I are "thoughtful" people (at least we thought so), we asked some guys to meet us at JFK airport a day in advance, thanks to a friend who had already been to America and told us about them. And the funniest thing is that we had no idea what the guy who was supposed to meet us looked like, let alone that he would be holding a sign that said "BURYATS!" In the end, we waited for about 30-40 minutes, but never found him. And that's when a slight panic set in... But luckily for us, just as we were running back and forth looking for our savior, we literally bumped into each other. After that, there were warm hugs, even though we were strangers and meeting for the first time. And that made it doubly pleasant, because where else but in a foreign land do you feel that unity and cohesion of people from the same country, which I experienced more than once throughout the summer.

Our kind friend took us to his place. After 3 flights, our appearance was a bit disheveled, so taking a shower was the top priority. After tea and a nice chat, i.e., in the evening, we went to gawk at New York... You can't imagine how beautiful it is, my jaw just dropped... Everything is glowing, huge billboards everywhere, skyscrapers of incredible height, and an unimaginable number of people in Times Square.

Every program participant imagines how everything will be before the trip. And when you are here, in that very place you dreamed of, it seems so amazing that you just can't believe it!!!

After staying with the guys in Brooklyn for 2 days, we had to pack for Wildwood, the city where work was waiting for us. And right at the exit, one of the guys who happened to be home that day, Andrey (and without him we wouldn't have even found the subway), fully explained our route to the Port Authority bus terminal. So, to get to the station, we first had to take a bus, then get off at some stop (as it turned out later, Kings Highway), take the subway, get off at the 42nd Street - Port Authority / Times Square station, and buy tickets for Greyhound to Atlantic City. It seems simple, but we couldn't do without adventures.

In city buses, it is better to pay with quarters, i.e., coins worth 25 cents, which of course we didn't have. Because all the money we had was in large bills. As a result, we rode for free, thanks to Andrey, who negotiated with the driver. To be honest, we couldn't understand at all where we needed to get off to transfer to the subway. But we are talkative, so after talking to an American grandmother, we realized that we needed to get off at the Kings Highway stop. Okay... we got off. And where is the subway??? We couldn't really figure it out in Moscow and just ran after my sister, and here even more so. But, as they say, a tongue will get you to Kiev (and we only needed the subway entrance), so we managed that too. All thanks to the Russian-speaking women we met on our way. I remember how a grandmother with such a real Russian accent asked us: "What are you looking for?" Haha.. It was so funny. In general, Brooklyn is a "Russian" district, every second person here speaks Russian.

We entered the subway, but didn't remember where to get off again. And here we were prompted again. A girl advised us to get off at the 42nd Street - Port Authority / Times Square station. I think we would have enjoyed it more if it weren't for these bulky suitcases. You understand yourself that there are stairs everywhere in the subway, and my arms were already falling off from these 17-kilogram "handbags".

Here we are at the station. Hooray! It's time to buy tickets. But even here not without incidents. The female cashier apparently misunderstood us (or rather, we just didn't explain ourselves correctly in English) and sold us round-trip tickets. i.e., we had to return from Wildwood to New York on May 29th. And that's wasted money, because we weren't going to return to the big city. And we realized this already on the bus))) Haha) But that's not all. With these tickets, you could go to a casino in Atlantic City, well... try your luck.. But the female controller talked to us so much that we voluntarily gave them to her ourselves.. Oh... That was the climax of our little trip to Wildwood))

In Atlantic City, we had to transfer to a bus to Wildwood. On the way from New York, I met a girl who, as it turned out, is also named Yulia. She was heading to Cape May and kindly told us which bus to transfer to. All buses between cities run on schedule and it's good that we made it. Having paid 4 dollars, we happily got on the bus, which whisked us away to Wildwood, the city where we spent an absolutely amazing summer!!!))))

That's how it all was. What am I leading to? If you get lost or don't know how to get to a certain place, don't be afraid to ask!!! Yes, at first it might seem difficult, mainly because of the language. But I assure you that people in America are very kind, responsive and will always respond to your request for help. And more often they will offer it themselves))) I was convinced of this from my own experience)) And more than once!!!)))))))