Personal Narrative: A Short Story Of Panama

Each house-- painted a very vibrant, dazzling color, purple, orange, yellow, green, and pink. I had never seen houses like that in the United States the usual house colors are gray, white, tan, blue, very dull colors. The sight of these vivid houses was just a small glimpse of this beautiful country. As I nervously traveled without my family for the first time the lush terrain of Costa Rica dotted with colorful houses welcomed me.

It was the hottest day of the year as we packed up a big U-Haul truck, and thats when it hit me this would be the last time I would lave Florida. Today I was moving from my home town, Lakeland, FL, to a town I would have to meet new people and start a new... school! "Alrighty, looks like we are all packed up and ready to hit the road" my mom said in a teary and shy voice. This day could not get any worse.

The Flores are a family of five that lives in Los Angeles, California. Elizabeth,32,is the mother. Lily,14,is the daughter .Bridget,13,is the daughter. Alexis,13,is the daughter, Katherine,14,is the daughter.Elizabeth is employed at two jobs a cosmetologist and a in Los angeles california why she chose that job was because for one she have four kids two they both make good money and three she enjoy both of my jobs and what she will do.

Upon our arrival to The Dominican Republic, my mother informed me that we were going to spend most of our vacation at my grandparent’s house. Immediately, I was filled with exhilaration. After so many years, I would finally visit my beloved grandparents. I had already visualized what spending the summer at their house would be like. Rolling in the sand of the clear see-through beaches, listening to the birds sing and chirp around us as we savor our early morning breakfast, enjoying the sound of waves smashing into the rocks on the shore, and laying in an air-conditioned room when the temperature got too high.

I have had the opportunity to live in both Montana and Costa Rica, both which are synonymous with anything that might encompass the thoughts of adventure,environment and the outdoors. So much so, that their economy is centralized around eco-tourism. I always had Glacier National Park, the Bob Marshal Wilderness and Corcovado National Park right at my footsteps do to my father being a wildlife biologist.

My grandmother, Anastasia Herrera, fearing my father’s death was imminent, put him on a plane bound to the United States. Apparently, my dad, barely fifteen years old at the time, had joined the Constitutionalists revolution in Santo Domingo. This rebel group was comprised of military agitators and civilian combatants fighting against Trujillistas or politicos adopting the imperialistic ideals of the fallen Dictator Rafael Leonidas Trujillo. My father was not an idle supporter, but rather an active participant who manufactured Molotov cocktails, flinging bombs at law enforcement officers in the streets while the civil war gained momentum.

That morning was absolutely perfect as the daylight broke in.The easy, warm air was lightened by the glowing sun and breathless blue Florida sky. I could hear seagulls flying up above, and there was a breeze traveling through the canal. On the boat we kids sat up front by the bow, mostly because the adults don’t wish to be

In my travels of the world I have found myself immersed in many cultures and varieties of ethnicity; I have been very fortunate to live in a day and age where such communication and experience is possible in one lifetime. I have seen La Cathedral de Notre Dame, the Statue of Liberty, the home of Da Vinci, and so many more wonderfully spiritual and historic monuments. Yet still I can say with the utmost certainty that no location has left such a lasting impact on my soul as the quaint, simple country of Costa Rica. Although many places have penetrated me with a sense of what the majestic earth and her inhabitants are capable of and have forced me to question whether or not anything is beyond the grasp of human ingenuity, none have brought

I’m sorry that I haven't blogged regularly but as you can imagine I am still trying to get comfortable with my new life. Now that I’m here I’m really starting to realize that Haiti has no structure, my mom would have a fit! (Love you mom!) Work day hours vary constantly, you can start work pretty much at 7:30AM and then declare at 3PM that you are going home. With my line of work we are constantly depending on the wifi, which as you can imagine is not the greatest in a third world country, but we manage to get as much done as we can. I can honestly say that every day is different, there is never really a schedule or a plan as to how one should go about doing things. You simply just do them. Transition from the U.S. has

The Caribbeans. An amazing life in the Caribbeans. I love to hang out with my Family. My kids love to play together, and my wife is an amazing being. We might not be what you think we are. We are pineapples. That’s right. Pineapples. We love to live and relax here. I am going to go to bed. I… I feel something moving… more like shaking… I’m so confused. I wake up, and there is some creature standing on two… limbs? It grabs me with one of its other limbs, and takes me to a weird-shaped object. The object starts to rumble. The creature puts me and some pineapples that I know into a wooden box. All I feel is rumbling. This box is shaking so much, I can’t focus. This noise is surprisingly making me… really tired. I wake up once again, and I feel this box moving. I

It was during the blistering summer days when I packed my luggages and arrived at the steps of my new house. I felt scared, scared of what the future has in hold for me. Standing there, frozen with fear, I recalled the memories I had tried to leave behind. Tear was brought upon my eyes, as it slowly trickles down my face. Yet, it disappeared in a flash when I saw the smiles of nearby strangers passing by. My heart was melted by their kindness of offering me tissues. It’s the simplest things in life that make me happy.

It was a bright and warm summer morning when I woke from a good night sleep. Nothing prepared me for the dark, gloomy and sad day ahead of me. You see, this was the day that my cousin and childhood best friend passed away in an auto accident.

I walked into the dining room to find my smiling parents. My mom was hiding her phone against her shirt, evidently not want me to catch a glimpse of her screen. I asked what was going on, and the

My mom came home at 9:00 more tired than ever. She slipped into the house trying not to wake me. I could hear her, not only her trying to tiptoe and tidy up the house but

It was a normal day, but a day that changed our family’s life forever, we got up that morning excited that we were on summer vacation. Finally, we were able to go outside, ride our bikes and spend nothing but uninterrupted kid time, but only until those street lamps came on. Once they’re on if you aren’t in the house consider your ass grass. When we finally made it inside, the house smelled amazing! Mom was in the kitchen putting her soul into her cooking like she always did. It was one of her delicious southern dinners,