My Summer Vacation At Toronto

My road trip across canada will start from Toronto which is a city found in Ontario, Toronto is located 43.70 latitude and -79.42 longitude. From toronto pearson airport i will be taking a plane to Iqaluit the capital of nunavut which is a canadian territory. From iqaluit nunavut we will be taking a plane to edmonton which is the capital alberta.from edmonton alberta we will be taking a road trip to vancouver which is the capital of british columbia. From vancouver bc we are taking a ferry to victoria which is located on the southern tip of vancouver is land.

My summer of 2017 consisted of visiting places all over the United States such as New York City, Washington D.C., and Florida. Not only did traveling this summer teach me new things, but it also made me go outside my comfort zone and experience new things. This was single-handedly the best summer of my life and wish I could relive it over again.

“The best things in life are the people we love the places we’ve been…. And the memories we’ve made along the way.” by Unknown. 2017 started off terrible but then soon got better from a little help from God. My family found out we won a trip to Hawaii. My parents were deciding whether or not they should take us kids with, my brothers Chris was 18, Matt was 11, Nic was 8, and I was 15. Then my parents talked and the decided that it would be our last family vacation with just our family saying chris went to college the next year and probably will find a girlfriend. Hawaii I know made me look at life a different was saying everything that just happened to me.

In March of 2014, my family and I went on a vacation to Naples, Florida. One year before this, a part of my extended family moved to Naples. They moved there because of my uncle, Cory Briscoe. Cory needed 2 to 3 years of additional schooling to get a degree in Nurse Anesthesia. Thinking of going to Florida had been fantastic thus for unbelievable. Our plan was to go the week of spring break to get away from the cold weather in Idaho. Quickly the first day of spring break came, and we were off to the airport.

On a blazing hot summer early morning with the city traffic roaring! And the hot sun blazing, birds chirping and the smell of fresh green grass. Me and my family were packing and getting ready for our yearly powwow trail trip. My mooshum and kokum were they’re usual selves laughing and cracking jokes, I and my cousins knew they weren’t that funny but laughed at their jokes anyways. After we were all packed and ready we all piled into my kookum’s van and set off to our destination with the hot sun reflecting off the black pavement. The drive to Muskoday reserve was long and tiring, the van was humid and making us irritated, so I decided to roll down my window to let the summer air cool us off, the cool breeze was flowing and the music was booming! A bit later we arrived to our destination with our eyes popping taking in all the scenery around us, mind you this was our first time being in the reserve Muskoday. The excitement of being there and meeting new people was over whelming, the anxious feeling of just wanting to run off and enjoy the scenery with my cousins and friends I had met before from the powwow trails we took yearly.

"I never got nothing I wanted in my whole life. Now, I’m go’n get a whole day?" pg. 170

I was in a place I was not familiar with, however, I would soon fall in love with. When I stepped off the giant steel contraption, I was greeted with a hot summer’s air. We then got into an old rusty van with the stench of cigarettes. Two hours later we finally reached our destination. Our destination was no resort on an island. Our destination was a small village out in seclusion. We walked around the village meeting the natives. As we was walking, I looked over my shoulder and saw a young lady. I glanced at her feet and noticed the red dirt overtaking the color of her skin. My preacher and I went over to her mud hut and told her about Jesus Christ. As my preacher was speaking, a little girl peaked her head out from her momma’s tattered skirt. I motioned her to approach me and handed her some candy. Her little smooth hands snatched the candy from mine. I welcomed her with a big grin and she returned with the same. Just to see one little girl smile made my entire

During the relaxed summer of 2010 my family and I passed through the entrance of the campgrounds, and the moment night dawned upon us prompted the most scarring experience of my life. In our small car, my irritable older stepbrother, my over excited mom, and my exhausted stepdad finally had arrived to our destination, Lake Tahoe, after and excruciating seven hour driving starting from Southern California. After many times of me annoyingly inquiring, “Are we there yet?” and subjecting myself to the wrath and dismissiveness of my family, my ten-year old self was elated that we finally reached our destination. Once we parked at our campsite, my family hastily got out of our tightly packed, dirty 2004 BMW 3 Series, and all spread out among the site. The crisp, evening air was complemented by the crunching of the gravel and

Our flight was scheduled to leave in 5 hours and we had to check in 2 hours before that, which left us with 1 hour to travel to the airport and to spend 2 hours at the party. Suddenly my uncle came up the stairs and exclaimed “ Who wants cake?!” My reaction was almost instantaneous, I jumped towards the cake, oh how amazing that cake was! The first slice melted on my tongue, it seemed as if the cake had been a mixture of molten chocolate and vanilla ice cream. The cake allowed me to escape my worries about being forgotten, even if it had been only for a moment. The cake took me back to my fifth birthday party, everyone had just been so happy and normal! I remember the smiles that seemed to be a staple of a Sethi family

T’was the nigh before thanksgiving break, and all through the dorms, not a freshman was stirring because all had already left. The alarm clock went off at four thirty the next morning and like a flash bulb memory, I was 4 years old, being woken up by my parents at the crack of dawn to catch an early flight to fly to Canada. I don’t know why this memory has lasted, perhaps my first time to Canada? My extreme love of flying? Whatever it was, even at that age I remember very specific details about that trip, from what the airport looked like to what color hair the person who taught me to ski had -He was blond and had a very strong accent. During my travels home for break, my flight to Chicago was delayed over five hours in Denver because Chicago

James Blanco had invited Michael Steiginga and me to go with him to Camelback Water Park for his birthday. I was excited and could not wait. On September twenty-three, I got to skip half of the school day to leave for Camelback Water Park. In the car ride there, I attempted to nap, but I was too eager to fall asleep. After waiting in a boring car ride for what seemed like years, I could see our destination.

Coming from a Jesuit high school, the names of Jesuit universities are constantly thrown around. Whether the teachers themselves attended a Jesuit university, the counselors bring it up, or some students talk betwixt themselves, every student at Loyola High School will be familiarized with the Jesuit schools across the nation. I happened to have learned about the school through a family friend, who attends the school. She told me that Santa Clara was an exceptional institution and that I should consider it as one of my top choices. This past April, my school also had a college tour in California, and Santa Clara was on the list of schools to visit.

It was around ninety degrees with a one hundred percent chance of rain on that long and gloomy Saturday. The air was hot and so humid you’d swear you were going to suffocate just standing out in the open. What better day to have the annual family reunion down in Iuka, Mississippi. As we traveled across the state line the cruel Alabama weather slowly started to fade within the back glass of my mom’s traverse. I remember looking through the front window there was sunshine for miles. I thought to myself “hey maybe this will be a good day after all.” I’ll be the first to tell you, that in fact I was wrong.

Today was a hard day for everyone. We all have blisters on our feet from walking, and everything that was organized in the wagon fell over. It was a disaster. The barrels of water fell over and spilled out causing the matches to get wet and not work anymore. I have about half the water I had before which wasn't that much. Good thing we're going to be by a river that I can restock my barrels with fresh clean water. Some of the kids got sick with a cold, thank god it wasn't malaria or some other deadly disease. We reached a part in the road where it splits, and we saw some marks on the right path so we figured that would be the correct way, only time will tell. It turns out it was the right way so that's good. Mr. Kenneth saw that it was dark in the sky so we prepped for a little rain to come.

The warm air filtering through the rolled-down windows, brushing against my face. We were on our last minute escape before the rush of school started back up again. Music spewed from the radio, my sister’s pitchy voice sang right along, faltering on the words she didn’t know, as we headed off towards Middle Brook, MO. I didn’t know what was so special about the place we were going, but I was excited all the same. My mom and dad had been planning this for a few weeks. But there was one part of this trip that I knew I’d love more than anything.