Descriptive Writing Of A Guatemala Short Story

Even though I was worried when we arrived here, I could still recognise that this island was beautiful. There were crystal waters and tropical palms. Sand that crunched beneath your feet and coral that decorated the ocean floor. Looks can be very deceiving though, Auntie. It didn’t stay beautiful for long and ever since we landed, I was praying that we would be rescued.

Guatemala is a small country in central America, bordered by Honduras, Belize, El Salvador, and Mexico. Guatemala is best known for their indigenous Mayan culture and excavated ruins of the Mayan empire, nature, and their world class coffee. If you visit Guatemala, you’ll see that it is unique in many ways.

My grandmother was born in Guatemala into a struggling family of seven. In Guatemala, kids are often forced to leave school and start working to help provide for their family´s food and shelter. Similarly, my grandmother was not able to complete her education. Instead, she had to take care of her siblings, providing for their basic needs. As she grew up, she had three kids, including my father, and needed to find a way to give them a better life.

On September 6, 2015 a man tried to carve his name into a wall at the Alamo. The man was caught and taken to jail. He was faced with many charges.

My country that i researched is Guatamala . The country of Guatemala is in Central America .On September 15 ,1821, guatemala officially proclaimed its independence from Spain.the guatemala flag has three vertical stripes two blue one white crest has two swords two guns and a parchment scroll bearing the date of Central America's independence from Spain, September 15 , 1821.i will be talking about the crest and how guatemala took their independence from spain,how the flag was created

The house was long, white, and had blue shudders. I could always pick out which set of windows out front peeked into my bedroom because of the messy off-white paint stuck to it after years of never being touched up. Inside, so much more was going on than the typical all-American home lead outsiders to believe. Confusion, growth, fear, and lots of aluminum cans.

The country that I am reporting on is Guatemala. Guatemala is located in Central America on the continent of North America. There are four countries that border Guatemala and they are Mexico, Belize, Honduras, and El Salvador. There are also two bodies of water that border Guatemala and they are the Caribbean Sea and the Pacific Ocean. Guatemala covers 40,042 square miles of land. In 2017, the total population was 17,137,294 people and the population per square mile was 349 people. The primary language that is spoken in Guatemala is Spanish but K’iche’ and Q'eqchi' are also spoken too. Guatemala’s capital is Guatemala City and it is located in the southern part of the country. Guatemala has a Presidential Representative Democratic Republic government and the president is Jimmy Morales. The currency that the citizens of Guatemala use is the Guatemalan Quetzal. The Guatemalan Quetzal is worth 0.14 cents of the United States dollar. Most citizens practice the Roman Catholicism religion but Evangelical Protestantism and Orthodoxy are also practiced

The question of why here and not there, was something that I answered 6 years ago. In order to answer that question a series of childhood memories have to start fade in my mind. My life is separated into two geographic locations. The first 16 years of my life traced back to a small town located on the outside mountains of Guatemala City. I grew up in a third world country and throughout my life saw the struggles of my family and community members. Guatemala is a country of many contrasts,is located in the heart of America, is not in either on the North or the South, is the navel of the continent. The country is culturally rich and full of wildlife. Although Guatemala is a green paradise, that possesses a great architectural heritage of the

The fresh salt smell from the ocean diffuses through the pure thick tropic air. When walking away from the beach you enter an almost mirage sort of eden, Natural Rainforest covers from where the sand meets the soil to far out into the country with every shade of green glowing. The emerald green trees sway calmly from side to side, Soon the sand turns into low laying grass, That tickles between your toes.Huddling into the exuberant verdure the beautiful waterfalls inland are like a sight of the bliss, watching them for hours would not be enough to satiate your desire to feast your eyes on that beauty of incredible merging of colours into a pool of cool crystal clear water. Nature finds a perfect way to collaborate with the buildings that look frozen in time with white and cyan coloured houses on each street, some with a slick of fresh paint and others worn down by time with chips of pain peeling of around the edges, each house with a white picket fence like out of an old film. Night brings a whole new sensory experience, as the tide comes in people leave the beaches and head to the main

Around 7pm that night, Miguel and the other individuals from different countries passed the border of Mexico walking through the mountains. “It was raining strong that night my clothes were soaked and it was difficult to walk into so much mud and bushes around. I was super cold and half way my feet hurt, but I had to continue walking.” Miguel and the other people walked about twelve hours to arrive to their destination at a bus stop in Mexico. Finally, Miguel and the others arrived to the bus led by the human trafficker of Mexico. A trailer truck was crossing by and moved to the side of the road. Miguel and the others were put inside on the back of the trailer truck. “Everyone was seated in rows very tightly. Men were put all the way to the back then women with their kids on the front of the trailer truck. We were not allowed to move, eat, or make noise. If you need to go to the restroom it

Several bungalows overlooked the ocean from the top of a small hill. The bungalows were painted white with different color trim. Some of the cottages were painted with a red or brown trim. Betty Jo’s place had watermelon green trim.

Almost as a compensation for the darkness of the volcanic scenery and winter conditions – it isn’t fully light until around 10am in November – the population choose a rainbow of bright colours for their homes. Cheerful red and blue roofs sit on top of white walls. From a distance, the buildings appear to have been placed, like doll’s house

The high black and golden gates were closed but not locked. Kasser pushed open the door and a watch keeper instantly saluted him. He replied with a small nod. We stepped inside and I was so amused to see the beauty of garden that I didn’t realize when kasser came next to me. He gesture me to walk straight towards the mansion. The Villa struck me as some house of VVIP not a place where you expect a kidnapper to escort you. I would have tried to run but the Villa was surrounded by trees all around and I am no good with directions either. So I accurately followed the way. We were soon standing in front of opened door of the house and I could see the inside arrangements of room. I stepped inside checking the room out. The cream colour dominated rest of the features of the space. I could see a large couch set covering the view of my eyes. I was engrossed in my thoughts when the woman entered the room. Her walk could have graced any billboard or magazine cover. Her cream suit had a tailored look that was bold against her dark skin. She had same amber eyes as mine but hers seemed to be wolfish covered with pools of limpid gold. She had a warm chestnut colour hair that reached till her perfectly curved shoulders. All in all she appeared to me the lady that women will love to hate. She smiled as soon as she saw me.

When you pull up to the house down the small stoned driveway, the house greets you with a feel of serenity and calmness. As you walk down the stone entrance you walk up to a cool gray fountain filled with different colored fish. There is a rock formation coming from the middle of the fountain flows, and out of the top rock is water that trickles down the rocks to the bottom of the fountain. There are tropical flowers and palm trees that decorate the front lawn, like a cake decorated with icing and fondant. Making your way to the front door you will see the floor to ceiling windows that let in natural light in the giant house.

My eyes began to adjust to the light just enough to see the man who spoke was tall, lanky and elegantly attractive. The surprisingly strong woman, Elizabeta, wasn’t elegant in most ways. Her wavy hair was in a disorganized bun with hair pins that stood out in distinction from her tresses. She wore a commonplace kitchen dress with a floral arrangement nearly veiled from sight by dirt and residue. Even her skin and hair was layered in filth excluding her hands and apron.