It was the day I’ve been waiting for my whole life, to go to Colombia. It was time to step on the plane it was like a million degrees outside. I thought the plane was going to melt but inside of the plane it was as cold as a ice cube. It was the happiest moment of my life. The plane landed safely in colombia. I was about to cry the smile on my face was wider than the galaxy. The day began with me going to my cousins house I was imagining what we were going to do like play video games eat candy and other junk foods in colombia and drink sodas. It was time to go back to my grandmas apartment I went to the kitchen to grab her delicious cookies, no surprise there. Two days later, It was time to get ready for my grandma’s birthday. When I got
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
As my father and I finally fit the statue of the little Virgin Mary in the back of the car, it was time to get on the road. I could already taste the guavas from my great grandfather’s ranch. Feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. The smell of my aunt’s cooking. Hearing the excitement of my great grandmother’s voice. I wanted to be there already, be in the beautiful country of Mexico. My thoughts wandered as we left my house. How much welcome, love, and the sadness of leaving was going to happen. It was too soon to find out.
We walked around San Juan, the capital of Puerto Rico a little. Then we went to the ferry that was taking us where to Culebra. It was about 1pm by now. The ferry ride was about an hour and a half long ride. It was raining a little so we couldn’t sit outside of the boat and see the view. I ended up falling asleep for about half the ride. When we finally got to Culebra, we were so happy. It wasn’t raining anymore, the sun was out, and it was beautiful. At the time we didn’t have car so we were kinda stuck there. After a half hour of calling places to see if they had any cars for rental we finally found a place. We rented two big black jeeps for the next 10 days. When we got the cars and we could drive them around, we drove up the mountain to the house we were staying at for the
It was the middle of the night when my mother got a phone call. The car ride was silent, my father had a blank stare and my mother was silently crying. I had no idea where we were headed but I knew this empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. Walking through the long bright hallways, passing through an endless amount of doors, we had finally arrived. As we
What I hope to gain from living and working in the United States is a lot, I hope to be more open to the world culture and people, to be more global citizen than before, to challenge myself more and be developed but the most thing that I hope to gain is the feeling that I felt in Brazil.
Ever look at pictures of a country and think it’s the most beautiful country? Well, that’s what I thought when my parents showed me or talked about their birth country, Honduras. Seeing pictures of where they had lived and hearing stories; I always thought, “WOW! This place looks amazing!” I wanted to go to see it for myself. Thinking that it would still be the way my parents had illustrated it, boy I was in for a major reality check and so were my parents. Honduras is a poverty-stricken and perilous country, just the way people live, the way people automatically think you’re rich, and with its cons, I still think it’s a good place.
The Dominican Republic has become an obstacle that I have finally been able to complete. Through financial struggles and personal issues I have fought through each and accomplished my goal of interning in the Dominican Republic.
No single magnet, keychain, or t-shirt can encompass the magic of our family vacation in the Dominican Republic. It was truly a remarkable experience, and one I will never forget. It’s our first day here and I can’t wait to spend my first few hours at the beach. I’m excited for this vacation, the sunny weather, the gorgeous beaches. I’m convinced it will be the best vacation ever. Until now that is.
“Pato … Pato … Pato …. GANSO!” The words pierced the warm, stagnant air, followed by a brief flurry of footsteps circling me like a shark stalking its prey. For the first time in a long time, I was lost in the moment. It seemed so surreal, yet I knew that it would be a moment I would never forget.
So I was born on March 21. I was born here in Thornton. I have never moved out of this state. Though I have been out of the state and out of the country. My family likes to take a family trip every three years. The first one I remember was our trip to Mexico. The next one was a road trip to California. Then we went to Florida. Then the last one was on a cruise ship and one week at California again. My family likes to camp a lot to. So lots of memories there.
Gasping for air in the hot, dry humidity, only in the Democratic Republic of Congo do I feel hot and sticky. Every second, a drip of sweat runs down my back. A shade darker my skin becomes. Simply a reminder of the first time I moved to Arizona. Of course, I was too young to remember but my mother never let me forget I cried every time we stepped outside into a triple digit burning sensation. I was an emotional kid who did not like feeling as if I was in a sauna. In 2004, My trip to the Democratic Republic of Congo was an indescribable experience because of my warm, welcoming family, the exquisite food, and the
It started on cloudy Sunday morning 3 days after my new cousins were born. There I was in the car sleeping, in the Tilted seat. My dad woke me up he said were going somewhere. “Where are we going are we going to Taco Bell?” I said. My dad was like no because my sister hates it. I listened to music while we were driving until I saw Heaven. It was a Go Kart Race Track and it was long. When we got inside I asked the worker how long was the track and she pointed to the poster. It was 1 ½ mile long track and I jumped in joy. My dad bought 5 rounds for me and 3 for my sister on the
While walking by the shore I was amazed by the soft smooth sand beneath my feet, it seemed like all the worries I had throughout the year were finally erased. There was a rock facing the ocean that it thought was really cool, so I decided to settle there for a moment to appreciate the view, I closed my eyes for a second letting myself comforted by the sounds of the ocean, the sounds the waves were making against the rocks was impressive. Spending a few more minutes on the rock I decided to go back. Tying to help my parents for making breakfast, they sent me and my brother to get bread, and a few croissants at the bakery. My brother was driving while I was still wondering the landscape, I thought it was interesting how this island contained a mix between mountains, and beaches. At the table, conversations were spontaneous and positives, I forgot how fun breakfast could be when spending with family. That day we had has a plan to go to the beach, my mom could guess what me and my father had in mind. It was scuba diving and hunting with harpoons, but before we had to first buy the necessary equipment, and study the fishes we could hunt, since some were protected, and review the fishes that were edible. Finally done with preparation we headed to the beach, me and my dad waited that day for so long, being a big fan of hunting, I was quite impressed by the number of variety the Mediterranean Sea could provide, also what really shocked
After we got off the airplane, we rented a car and drove to my Uncle Joe?s house. We finally got there and then we all went out to eat dinner. We went to some Italian restraunt and boy was it good. To this day, I have never tasted anything as good as the Veal Picata I had that day. I ate so much that I could hardly move and once I got back to my uncle?s, I just passed out and went to bed. I had a big and exciting day ahead of me. I was going to Universal Studios and I couldn?t wait.
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were