We think that working at Summer Camp is the best way to travel America, but we might be a little biased!
A camp job is the perfect blend of travelling and working abroad. Thousands of people do it every year!
In today’s Guest Blog post, Lana talks through why she thinks Summer Camp is the best way to travel America.
When I embarked on my Summer Camp adventure, I wasn’t sure what to expect.
I’d never visited the USA before, but after spending my childhood binging on American TV shows, I knew it was somewhere I wanted to visit.
I felt really drawn to the bright lights of New York. I’d thought a lot about the beaches of California, and the national parks too.
Looking back at my time at Summer Camp, I honestly don’t think I could have chosen a better way to visit America for the first time.
The biggest thing that stopped me from visiting the USA before camp was the cost of flights.
When you add in the costs of accommodation, transport, entertainment, and food, it all starts to add up.
I just didn’t have the budget as a student, but then I worked out that Summer Camp is the best way to travel America.
Summer Camp costs less than £700 with flights, accommodation, food, and medical insurance all in.
On top of that, I earned money whilst I was working at camp so I effectively made the money back!
There’s really no better way to experience America than spending three months there.
You’ll probably put on a few pounds because of all the tasty food, but you’ll learn about American history and culture too.
You’ll go to flag raising every morning, experience the 4th july celebrations, and learn the difference between football and soccer.
Your new American friends might be able to show you around the country after camp ends too!
You’ll share the highs and the lows with your campers, from homesickness through to not wanting to go home!
This experience just isn’t something you can get on your average beach holiday or city break.
My absolute favorite memory from camp was when I was trying to get the children to sleep.
Instead of sleeping, they starting singing a song about how much they loved me and how I’d helped them.
It may have been out of tune, but it brought a tear to my eye!