Personal experience: life abroad
'08.11.2017'
Today I decided to tell you about my very first “abroad” in my life and my impressions.
It was America. Only not this arrival-transfer.
I went here in 21 year, as a student, after the 4 course in the program Work and Travel... I went completely alone to my first "abroad".
I still wonder how I decided to do this, how I had the courage, but then I didn’t think about it! I was sure that everything would be fine, that I would manage.
I flew to New York with a transfer in Rome. At the Rome airport, even met Francesco Totti (football fans will understand) and took his autograph from him.) And here he is, New York. The city that never sleeps ...
So I landed in NY and went to look for my pen-friend on VKontakte, because she was also flying alone and we had to spend a couple of days with her - walking around New York. The meeting took place, and we went to the hostel rented in advance in ... Queens! Did we know that we will spend the next three nights in the black quarter? Not!!! Didn't even think to see the area before booking! Yes, now I'm smart, I study every question thoroughly, and then I booked the cheapest hostel in NY! The local population looked at the two white girls walking from the metro to the hostel as exotic! We ourselves were just crazy about how we managed to get there! But there is nowhere to go, we have already booked, we have already arrived, we will somehow survive! Actually, we survived quite well, no one has ever got to the bottom of us! We even managed to go out in the evening for donuts in the nearest cafe.
I would not call it courage, rather, the universal stupidity of a student girl who could not even imagine what could happen in the ghetto area. But let's not talk about sad things.
Did I like New York? Very twofold. He is very smelly, huge, but so beautiful !!! I never wanted to live there ever, but I would love to come periodically because Central Park - this is the most beautiful park that I have ever been to, the skyscrapers are striking in height and splendor, on all the streets there are countless yellow taxis, and the Statue of Liberty, by the way, is small! I imagined her more goraazdo. I walked around Manhattan and couldn't believe my eyes that I was in one of the largest cities in the world.
This is how my first journey began - 4 months long.
One thing I can say, the United States changed me completely, I began to look at life with different eyes and dreamed of someday returning to America. And there was a dream.
Where did you go to your first “abroad”? What were your impressions?
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