My Life Of Adventures And Travels

For the majority of my life, I had been shy, even though it didn’t seem like it most of the time, I was scared to death when I met new people. I know that it sounds extremely trivial, but I feel that when you first meet someone, you’re ultimately giving them their first impression of yourself and that is a lot of pressure. It seemed almost certain that I would lead a life of being a social wallflower until March 2017, more specifically, March 28th, 2017. This day was and still is important to me because I learned how to be confident, and through my experience, it taught me something that I will hold onto forever. Prior to this day, I was an extremely introverted person and rarely went out of my way to make friends. As a volunteer at day

As I lay on my bed in the dark, I slowly envisioned the elevator. My anxiety levels were through the roof. I felt darkness and a sense of fear and excitement where this journey might take me. As the elevator went up to each level, my heart was racing. I started to visualize the ocean as a light breeze came through the elevator at level 3. At level 4, I can sense a beach nearby. I envisioned a tropical forest following the sounds of nature. I reached the 5th level; the elevators opened and there I was thinking, “wow, can this place be real”.

As I’m sitting here in Paris, I look out the window of the starry night sky watching a shooting star going across the beautiful dark night sky. When you look down the window there are people on bikes, love birds walking to the Eifle Tower. There is nothing more magical than tonight for most people. People walking up and down sidewalks carrying bags and bags of shopping bags from their favorite places in Paris.

As an 8-year-old child, the worlds scary place. Everywhere you look there’s something terrifying. From people the size of giants, roaming the streets, with no care what so ever with their surroundings or just realizing that in a few years would come the most difficult and emotionally unstable time of my life. Sure, those things may be slightly exaggerated, but what I do know is the most horrendous experience I had in the land of joy that ultimately ruined my love Disney for many years.

The city that once had homed thousands and been the most economically successful country ever, was now a contaminated wasteland. The land looked dry, destroyed and lonely. The morning breeze felt like crying sorrows, and the grey deceitful sky awed down at us. In the deepest corner of despair lies dystopia where hope dies. As someone looks through the eyes of the devil, they see his utopia. Only visible by the dim light of the moon was the great wall. Beyond the wall? No one knew. Stretching away from the wall was a humongous bridge that towered the wall. Standing tall on the bridge was a tower, which had two circles that almost looked like eyes. Those mysterious, creepy and dangerous looking eyes stared down at the city giving away a haunting look.

There I was doing 65 mph, I was behind my dad going straight when we came to a smooth curve I pulled in my brake a tad bit letting off the gas dropping down to about 50mph when I went off the edge and at that moment fear took over me not knowing if I was going to get hurt or go on the adventure of a lifetime!

A world without the excessive use of vapid lighting will allow people to enjoy the magnificent stars as captured in Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”. Bogard then moves on to establishing the beauty of Paris as the “City of Light”. In stark contrast to its status as a city illuminated by beautiful artificial lighting, the city has taken steps to limit the use of these excessive lighting, in turn turning Paris from “a city of light” to “a city of light … before 2AM.” This dichotomy allows Bogard’s audience to appreciates the importance of preserving the night sky via limiting the presence of artificial light. If a city which is famed for its use of artificial lighting is able to preserve the natural darkness while concurrently preserving its natural beauty, it is a given that society will be able to mimic this

The next day my dad, early in the morning, took me out of the Hotel to the French Quarter. He told me we were going to Cafe Du Monde and it was a famous Cafe. We only walked a couple blocks past some other hotels and parking lots, and then the Quarter. We got to a park where there were multiple street artists painting and then you could see Cafe Du Monde. It had a building where the massive kitchen was and some seating inside, but then their was a huge overhang that went

Trying to find memories is like looking for treasure. You look at the surface and see something mediocre, but you dig deep and find something cool, pretty, and meaningful. It took a while to think of a fond memory, but once I thought of some, it was hard to choose a favorite. Growing up I have had many great experiences in the form of vacations. Between going to Disney World, owning a vacation home, hanging out with my grandparents in Arizona, traveling to Canada and more. They all make amazing memories that I will forever cherish. The vacation spot we go to the most, though, is Wisconsin Dells. A few times I have been allowed to invite friends to come with. When I am allowed to bring friends, it is always a ginormous amount of fun. We goof off in the hotel room, play in the arcades, and swim in the water parks.

It is midnight in Paris. Candlelight haunts the cobblestone streets, illuminating red roses whose crimson petals serve as poignant mementoes of the city’s recent carnage. Overhead, ensconced in shadows, a French flag sways in the November air — stirred by the mourning of its people. In Place de la République, citizens of the City of Lights encircle in prayer. At the circle’s midpoint, a man stands blindfolded, arms outstretched as strangers embrace him in succession. You blink and find yourself standing directly at the foreigner’s side. His hand extends toward yours. Instinctively, you reach to grasp it.

This is my story of my trip to Disney world. I stayed at Coronado springs and It had a pool. We just got there after Nine hours. Then, we unpacked and went to our room. We Rested and watched T.V. Then we went to the pool. After that We went to the room and went to sleep. The Next day, we got Up early and went to Animal kingdom. We went on many rides Then went to lunch. After that we went to the room and cooled off. Then, we went to go see my older cousin.I was excited to See him because I have not seen him in 5 or six years. We went to dinner to a seafood place. After that, we went to the pool. We came back to our room and took a shower then went to bed. The next day, we got up and went to a place in Disney world and ate breakfast. Then, after that I went to Magic kingdom.

In Charles Rearick’s book, Paris Dreams, Paris Memories, he describes the various ways in which Paris is “represented” through various images he identifies as the City of Light, Old Paris, the Capital of Pleasures, and Paname. Rearick further writes how and why these images of Paris came of importance and how they shaped the geographical layout of the city we know today. All of these images together have likewise produced the city of Paris while also providing the framework of Parisian events and experiences.

​All that night, I lay in my bed with thoughts of magical places and beings that I would soon meet face-to-face. As my desperation grew, in my reality it seemed that time itself slowed. The next morning, we were heading to Disney World! The land where my dreams were going to come true, where princesses were real and where Prince Charming was going to come and sweep me off my feet. This trip was going to be the new highlight of my short life!

It all started with the most exhilarating train ride ever. It was about four hours long, and we were going so fast that the world around me seemed non-existent. The trees were whizzing by so quick that I could hardly see what color they were. The food that was served melted in my mouth making me want more with every bite. Although I never wanted the train to stop, nothing could ever compare to what was awaiting my family and I when we stepped off the train. The aroma of the different types of food from a variety of places coming together to make my mouth water. Seeing the bustling streets of Paris filled with people as amazed as we were trying to take in the scenery that was so vast, it seemed like years before we could visit it all. I was so excited to see what awaited us in the days to come.

My journey the day I left my home country in search of a better life was not as pleasurable or exciting as I expected. Although it was not a long flight, the accumulation of unexpected vicissitudes during the trip made my dream of traveling an absolute nightmare. Not only my sadness to be leaving my family behind, the uncertainty to fly alone and for the first time, or my inexperience with the procedures at the airport contributed to this calamity, but even my neighbor on the plane added his bit of sand in the affair. All this situation was such traumatic to me that I even considered never daring to fly again.