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Personal Narrative: A Week Without Walls

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Picture this. You’re in Sri Lanka during Week Without Walls and you’re not really close ‘friends’ with anyone. How would you feel? Would you rather, deal with it, or try to make new friends?
My legs were aching, and the heat was certainly not helping. I was hungry and my feet hurt like crazy. I was ready to hit the sack and sleep, but at the same time I was full of energy. We were heading towards the World’s End - a cliff with a 4000 meter drop. But in order to reach our destination, we were required to walk 10 km. During that 4 hour trek, friendships were re-established, jokes were cracked and families were made - literally. You see, there was one thing that was getting me through the hike. Having fun with my friends along the way.
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This is our last week without walls trip. I thought back on all the memories that were made during this trip, all the jokes told, laughs shared and friends made... and, as I stepped out into the heated air, watching our bags being put into the bus, I said my final goodbyes to Sri Lanka, and was thankful for an amazing experience that will stick with me ‘till - forever. I’ll always remember the inside jokes, and the kids in the schools and villages that I met. The games we all played with them. And the pictures they took. Not to mention the awesome nicknames we gave to our chaperones. Week Without Walls was and still is an amazing opportunity to experience new things outside of the comfort zone that I was used to in Dubai. Many of the things that you’ll do in Sri Lanka, you might not be so comfortable with. You will always have to step out of your comfort zone. Maybe you’re not comfortable with the ocean and it’ll be hard going surfing or going on a boat to go dolphin and whale watching. Maybe, you would need your parents to help you get through it. But remember, you’ll always have your friends to help guide you through your fears. You’ll always have that ‘Sri Lankan family’ that was built on memories. Because sometimes, it’s not the destination, but the journey that you remember

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