Truthfully, I have never been much of a risk-taking adventurous person, so going by my own to south-america is quite a challenge. A good one, but a big one for sure. I have had everything planned for months now and there is no going back now. I am going to Peru to help build a school for orphans and poor. The idea of going to a foreign country grew on me about 10 months ago, when my aunt came back from one of her many humanitarian trips in Senegal. As she told me about all the things she had seen, witnessed and did, I was deeply impressed by her intrepidity and how passionated you could tell she was about helping others. At that time, I was half-way through my first year of Cegep, still as clueless about my future as the years before, and searching for myself, as they say. And so, I started thinking about the possibility of a travel similar to my aunt’s. At first, the idea seemed silly, but as I put more thoughts into it, I realized I really wanted to help the least fortunate the way she had. …show more content…
Being the young-looking seventeen years old I was, I feared I would’t be taken seriously by my parents or friends. My aunt was across the ocean again so I could’t ask the many questions I had. I did my research and found the organism I would help, my destination and the purpose of my travel. As my plan started taking shape, I told my parents about it. To my surprise, they were onboard and exited for me, they considered it a great opportunity for me. Of course, they had to verify everything and my mom was a bit reticent about my desire to go alone. After a little convincing, I was ready to start saving money up and the wait started for the big departure day. And here I am today, boarding the plane that will start what I hope to be a life changing