Personal Narrative: My Trip To Cartagena

We had been waiting for this trip for years. Every 5 years we go on a trip to someplace fun. When five years passed after our trip to disneyland we were all waiting to go on some other adventure. I had done this twice, but 2 things about our trip this year were special.

The classic saying, “There’s always someone who has it worse than you” (Shaggy- Keepin’ it Real), didn’t come true to me until I had first-hand experience. As a child, I grew up in the lower middle class. So I wasn’t rich nor super poor. My mother came to the United States from El Salvador in the 1980’s. She has never taken my brother and me to her home country.

My family and I left for Panama city, Florida in June of 2011. The trip was so fun; we sang songs and laughed hysterically during the whole ride there. When we arrived we were all ready for the beach warm sand and it’s cool waves. We stayed at the beach until about nine and everyone prepared for dinner. Once everyone settled in we sat and ate dinner, as always the dinner was great with my family. Everyone talked about any and everything; we even cracked jokes on each other.

I went to Buena Vista Elementary for Kindergarten, then moved to Sing Lum Elementary for 1st through 6th grade. As the end of the year approached and I knew I was going to Tevis, I was feeling very nervous and scared about coming here and being a new Kid. I had heard a lot of things about Tevis since my Uncle had been a student at Tevis four years prior to me. The thing I was most concerned about when going to Tevis was about how I was going to open my locker and still get to class on time. My first impressions of Tevis was that there were a lot of big kids here. Junior high has been completely different then what I thought. I thought I was going to get bullied and picked on but that was the complete opposite.

This past summer I took a trip to the Dominican Republic. I spent two weeks in a small town called Bayahibe. I went with a group of sixteen people and all of the others were learning spanish in school. I had no prior knowledge of spanish, so I had trouble communicating with the locals. I felt most left out when we took a break from our marine service and held a summer camp for a day. I tried my best to communicate with the kids but I had only been there for a week and had not gotten used to the accent or the language. The children migrated towards the others in my group who spoke spanish. I responded by using clapping, high fiving and hugs while we played games to show the children that they were doing great instead of trying to speak spanish.

The day has finally come to go on vacation and my family, and I departed promptly from our house at 4:30 in the morning. Our flight was scheduled for 7 in the morning at Pittsburgh International Airport. We had to arrive there early because all people flying international had to be there two hours before the flight. All of us boarded the flight out to Punta Cana, which is located in the Dominican Republic. I can remember that I was so excited to go, and I was the first on the flight. I am almost positive that it took over three hours to get to the Dominican Republic from Pittsburgh. It was a really long flight to me because I could not wait to get there, and I just wanted to land. Finally, the moment has come, and we landed. When we departed from the plane, they had hula dancers dancing around us, and it was the coolest thing I have ever seen. They had people that would take pictures of you when you got off the plane. My family and I obliged and got our pictures taken. After all our pictures were taken, we went inside the airport and

Moving to a new country is very difficult for every person, even more, if it does not have anything in common with your origin country. Crossing borders, taking airplanes, and risking your life can become part of the immigration process. In this essay, I am going to explain the history of how I get out of Cuba. Also, I will be explaining how I reached this country. It was hard, but not impossible, and it was paid off already.

The urge to type one more sentence was overwhelming. I could never finish the last few chapters. My inspiration slipped through my fingers like a breeze blowing through the leaves of a tree. After the crash, my focus disappeared and so did my brother. His death affected everyone in our small town we called home. He was the star quarterback at the high school, the family favorite, the smartest in his class, but besides that he was my best friend. My parents were devastated that he wasn’t there so they decided to move all the way from Hawaii to a small town in Florida close to the beach with my aunt Bailey, without me. Aunt Bailey was always the adventurer. I believe that’s where Cody and I got it from. Our parents made it pretty obvious that

I was always careless about all of my valuables,that was until they were all gone. It was Christmas vacation of 2011 and my mom was planning a flight to go to Dominican Republic to escape the cold Boston weather. My mother could only pick between me and my sister to go with her and naturally she chose my sister. She was probably still mad at me for times she has bought me electronics and video games that i don’t even touch anymore. I wanted to stay home by myself while they were away but she practically forced me to go to New York where my dad lives. I wasn't against the idea of seeing my dad I just didn't want to go a state where he was the only person I knew. But it was already decided so I got my stuff ready and got ready to leave and left in a transportation bus to New York. When I arrived there my dad was waiting for me in front of the apartment that he lived. Before even entering in his house his took me out to eat.I didn’t even have time to unpack. About the time we were eating my mom and my sister were arriving to Dominican Republic. After me and my dad finished eating he asked me

In the summer of 2011 when I was the age of thirteen, I reached the biggest milestone in my life; which was going to Nicaragua all by myself. I could remember the day when my dad booked the flight and thinking how my siblings and I would experience where my parents grew up and how things worked in their hometown. It was not until a few days later when my dad walked into my room; seriously but not furiously and said, “Son at your age, you should feel so lucky that you guys have a better life than your mother and I had. The ticket I bought, was for you and only for you; you are the only one going on this trip so, then you know what your mother and I went through to be here to give you guys the life we wanted as a kid.” I did not understand what

Since traveling to Nicaragua, I find myself perplexed by the Nietzchean idea that language is the enemy of experience. It is difficult to explain in words an experience that is both awe-inspiring and awful, edifying and heartbreaking, beautiful and atrocious. If my time on the Bucknell Brigade was either entirely great or completely horrible, it would be easier to write about. But since the memory inhabits a confusing and ambiguous space between two intense opposites, my voice had withdrawn into silence.

It all started on a chilly day in Akron, Ohio. It was on the 6th of June , where my family decided we will go down to Cancun, Mexico Riviera Maya. We were ready to spend the time of our life on that 1 week trip.

From December 30, 2016 to January 6, 2016 I traveled to Punta Cana, this is located in a Caribbean country called Dominican Republic; it has beautiful beaches and clear waters. Traveling to Punta Cana was an amazing experience. As a result, I had the chance to enjoy the wonderful all inclusive hotel, relax at the Rock Spa and meet great people. I also had the opportunity to travel with my boyfriend and friends so this also made my experience in Punta Cana delightful.

It was June 31, 2016 it was a very gloomy day at Guanajuato, Mexico. It was the second to last day because the next day I would be staying in Mexico. That morning my sister and I woke up at 7 in the morning. We got up and did the bed and prepared an put clothes and towel in separate bags. I told my maternal grandma that we were going with our aunt veronica, which is my mom's older sister. As I stroll down to with my sister in our pajamas, we cross the road and go down another hill once again. When we get there we yell for my aunt to open her gate. We always did that every time we went to her house. As we go in, my aunt already has the warm water prepared so we can shower. It is really different because there is no shower head, just water in

On June 10, 2016, I was in Cancun, Mexico. It was absolute paradise: crystal clear water, white and flour-like sand, and delicious, all-inclusive food and drinks. Even though our resort was amazing, June 10 was the day I was looking forward to most. I would get to cliff jump, zip-line, snorkel, tube, and rope walk all in one day.