It was the 8th hour of the flight from Moscow to New York, but I didn't lose heart and was full of anticipation. I was planning how I would spend my first three days in New York and what places I would visit. I was sure I wouldn't be disappointed. But that wasn't the case (No way).

New York disappointed me. It disappointed me with its dirt, its smell, and the large number of homeless people. As soon as we left the Port Authority subway station, we were immediately immersed in all of this. And it's not that I was deeply disappointed. It was more like the feeling that you had been lied to the whole time. You were constantly told about how magical NY is and all that (Stuff like that), and when you finally get there, you expect something special, something unusual, but no. However, New York is saturated with a Russian spirit, especially the roads.

Walking through Times Square in the evening, I still didn't understand that this was all real. I didn't realize that I had to spend three whole months away from my family and friends, away from everything I was used to. I realized all this upon arriving at my workplace – Wisconsin Dells. The journey was terrible. It was supposed to be a 21-hour trip with one bus transfer (Supposed to be). The trip dragged on a bit. Both buses broke down, and we spent a total of about eight hours waiting for another bus. In the end, instead of the expected 7 PM (Seven PM), I arrived at 2 AM the next day (Unbelievable). My manager met me, took me to the motel where I would be living, and said she would see me at work tomorrow.

I lived with a Thai guy, a Taiwanese guy, and a Jamaican guy (International room). We had a wonderful atmosphere in the room; we often talked and joked, watched sports and worked out, told each other about our countries, and were surprised by the customs of others. However, all that was later; for now, it was the second day of my stay in Dells, and I spent my first day at Dunkin'. Everything went well; I didn't understand 95% of what I was told, but I smiled and kept checking my watch. It was the same on the second day... And the third... And the fourth... In short, for the first two weeks, I didn't understand absolutely anything. Not at all. Later, I was told it was funny when I was asked to do something, I would give an affirmative answer and wait until they showed me visually what to do. (Don't be stupid).

The Dunkin' team was very friendly. Absolutely everyone tried to help me and explain how to make this or that coffee, what the difference is between a latte and a cappuccino, and how much sugar to put in depending on the cup size. I suddenly want some coffee...

I learned quickly and was praised, which motivated me. The people were a joy. Americans are a wonderful nation. I adore Americans; they turned out to be so sociable and kind that at first, it was unusual for me. After all, not everyone in Russia can tell a complete stranger that they have a cool t-shirt. But here, they do. They always speak up, they are never shy, and they never shy away from a conversation. They don't have bad jobs, and they appreciate any kind of work. (Appreciate it). That's how Americans are. That's how they remained in my memory.