My Personal narrative My trip to Cancun was so good between the ice cream and the pools. That was one of the most outstanding experiences of my life. OH well, I should probably tell you the story. Well we start in the Detroit airport and my brother was very hyperactive and about to take a pee in the car when we arrived. Finally we got to the security line and one look at it and I was so disgusted because all it smelled like foot egg salad farted and then puked on poop. The smell was so dreadful I could almost taste it. Then I looked up and saw a big fat guy and knew that that was the smell. WWWWW OOOOO SSSS SSSSS HHHHHH!!! We took off. The feeling of my ears popping bothered me, but I was so jumpy to go to Mexico. When we got there I
My sleep schedule is not a hearty one; my dependence on caffeine, therefore, is. Waking up and smelling freshly brewed coffee mixing with the cold, brisk morning air is bliss. Now, add riding a warm bus through a foreign land. This land contains every variation of forestry your brain is capable of imagining.
We had been on a flight for about three hours, and I was very scared, because that was my first time on a plane. We were sightseeing in Arizona for a day or two, taking pictures and shopping around the local stores, looking for cool stuff to bring home for our families. The day after, we were supposed to take a van for a 12 hour trip to Puerto Penasco, to the Penasco del Sol Hotel. That
If you are feeling a little confused that’s okay, this is judgment free zone. I am twenty three years old and on the verge of graduating this December, And my interpretation of messages changes every day that I mature and grow as a person.
From the stories my mother has told, the journey from Morelos, Mexico to El Paso, Texas was treacherous. From the dirty, murderous streets of Tijuana to the endless hot Chihuahuan desert. My mother and my four older siblings, who were of the ages of seven, five, three, and two, were part of a group of 15 people. They were lead by a guide who knew the desert well and had taken many others before them to the land opportunity. It took 16 days to reach to El Paso, Texas.
was born in a small town in Texas known as Laredo. It was a poor city and was basically the border town to Mexico, it was always a mess, always hot, and only snowed once in 2002. Even though the city I was born in was harsh place, I had a great family that raised me well and taught me how to be respectful to my elders. Home was always different, every 2 to 3 years we always moved around so I really didn’t have many friends, until I moved to San Antonio is where I found a great home in 2007, the neighborhood was filled with nice people and each house actually had a lawn and not just broken cars or dried dirt in the front porches. The community was fantastic as well, the people and atmosphere we lived in when we moved to San Antonio was so much better than Laredo because people were actually nice to you and everyone didn’t look like they were going to cause trouble.
I was sitting in the tattoo parlor with my head resting on the black leather chair staring at my mom from the corner of my eye. I could not tell if she wanted to curse everyone in the room or cry, I came to the conclusion that it was it was probably both. In my mom’s words, I was getting a hole drilled into my nose. In my words, it was a nose piercing. This was the biggest fight I’ve ever had with my mom.
The summer of 2017 I went with my uncle to Wisconsin Dells. It was my first time going to Wisconsin Dells. There were so many things to experience at the waterpark from the long lines of people, to the many water slides, to the loudness and the smell of chlorine. We arrived at the waterpark at about ten o’clock. There weren 't very many people there.
It was an interesting ride you would never expect was down there. We were on our way to the plane intense was increasing rapidly. On the first plane ride it was just too intense I was so excited everyone was sleeping I was awake the entire ride. The only thing that I had on my mind is me getting there to the hotel. When we were done with the plane ride our first stop was in Texas.
The hours passed, slowly, but they passed. Since my dad didn't go with us, we stayed with my grandma from my mom's side . My mom and I were going to stay in Mexico for a month and a week, something that seemed like eternity at that moment. Weeks went by and before I knew it, it was time to pack my suitcase and get ready to go. I always hated leaving; having to say goodbye to my relatives.
When I was 12 years old, I went on a mission trip with my church to the Dominican Republic. At that time, I didn’t know that my life was going to be completely changed. I didn’t know what to expect in the Dominican Republic. I was young, naive, and totally clueless of the world beyond the United States. I knew that spanish was the primary language spoken in the Dominican Republic; therefore, I studied hard prior to this trip.
But instead it got a bit emotional. There was once , five years ago, when I was in second grade. I found out I was going to Dominican Republic. One year before that when I was in first grade, I went to Dominican Republic. The next day after we were there I went to my Grandfather's house with my mom and little cousin.
I have had many incredible travel experiences throughout my life, as well as many terrible ones. Our annual family trip to Florida last year was amazing, but the twenty-four hour car ride in a vehicle full of people was not very enjoyable. Another trip that I am very grateful to have gone on is our trip to Alabama, even though the hotel we stayed at was one of the strangest places I have ever slept in. Also, while we were in Alabama we stayed in a beautiful area, but they had large Palmetto bugs that weaseled their way into the condo.
Me and my family decided to go to San Antiano for a weekend. We went during the summer and it was a long ride. While we where there we went to the cavarners. We where all packing, my mom was in her 's and my dad 's room packing. I was helping and getting ready to leave.
When I was growing up, my family went to New Mexico for several years. We would always drive south to reach Taos, New Mexico. The drive is the most beautiful I have seen in my life, and since its fall when we go, all the aspens have turned red, yellow and orange. After the relaxing and calming drive, we would arrive in Taos, New Mexico. Right away I knew I was in a small town, because it has one main street.
Everyone was wondering what the Philippine would look like and how we were going to build houses. After the pilot made the announcement of taking off, the plane lifted off the runway. We arrived in Manila at night, everybody was so exhausted that we went to bed as soon as we reached our