Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Gulf Of Mexico

My love for traveling the world began at a young age. In fact, I was only an infant when I took my first vacation. When I was only 10 months old I took my first expedition to the land of Cancun, Mexico. Later, when I was 20 months old, we decided to go back to Mexico. I obviously don’t remember a whole lot, but I do know that that first trip was the beginning of my life journey for traveling the world.

Having lived in the southern coastal region of Texas I have seen many of the beauties that nature offers, but many of these beauties also bring complicated needs to those they effect. I've discovered the power and magnitude of lightning storms I've been entranced by the soft crashing of the waves on the coast but the most beautiful and perhaps the most devastating phenomena I have ever viewed are hurricanes. Hurricanes have swept through my home front on many occasions, these powerful giants drift through towns decimating all in their paths breaking trees, ripping roofs off houses, and bringing with them a flood like no other. The high water and gale force winds that comprise these natural wrecking balls can cripple families and in my community

As she burrowed her face into his chest, she inhaled his familiar scent of perspiration and spicy bay rum. Shifting around, she nestled her back into Asa’s solid chest and shoulder. When he wrapped his arms around her, and she could feel the rhythmic beating from his heart. Moored work boats filled the glassy, calm harbor, many of them on their way to the Northeast after a winter in the South and the Caribbean. Since land and sea were in a constant tussle for wind in Nell’s coastal town, it was unsettling to her when it died. When Asa began to caress her arm, a haunting penny

It was summer 2015. We had planned a trip to galveston. I had never been to galveston before, it

Hidden away in Lake Powell, Arizona, is Lone Rock Canyon, a blue diamond in the desert. Go on a paddle boarding adventure, and experience beautiful contrasts of stark desert rocks and crystal blue water. Along the way, step on the shores for a hike, watch the bighorn sheep and enjoy the breathtaking views. After a dip in the cool clear water, you will head home feeling amazed by your memorable

During summer break in august I went there with my grandma.some people might get a plane vasue the trip is so long but for us we drove down.It took us 3 to 4 days to finally get to where we needed to be going.It takes along time to get there only cause from driving so long you will need to rest so we went to a hotel every night and then we got something to eat for breakfast and dinner.

I felt a chill run through my body as I stood outside my car and watched the hazy water continuously rush over the sea wall and into the street. I began to step back as the water crept closer to the car’s tires. The water carried debris from boats and homes; I saw a broken bike tire drift and eventually grasp onto a metal pole which had once been a fishing rod. The three big sail boat docks had broken free and now drifted out of the Pine Orchard Harbor and onto the Ruwe’s front lawn and behind the tennis courts; I was afraid that the abandoned paddle boards would do the same. The road was filled with about six feet of water; Ms. Molly was kayaking in the blockaded road. Mr. and Ms. Quinn had stumbled outside his stout home to see how much damage Hurricane Irene had really accomplished overnight. This was the first glimpse I had had at her destruction after spending two days in my powerless home. I heard my parents speaking to Mr. Quinn in hushed voices saying that we were in the eye of the storm. As the wind began to pick up, my mother ordered my family to return to the GMC. My stomach churned as the nausea rose inside of me. I climbed back into my car.

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

A. Our trip to New Orleans was a long trip. First when we woke up we packed our suit cases, which were in theliving room, into the car. Then we made sure that he hadeverything then we left. We stopped at a gas station and we got sodas for the road. Later, some of us had to go tothe bathroom so we took a little stop and we took pictures at a giant chicken statue. When it was getting dark we went to Mc Donalds for dinner and then it started raining cats and dogs. In the car we watched a movie the pass the time and we saw that we were passing the Mississipi River then we knew we we in New Orleans. B. A living room consists of many things. When you first walk in and you look to your left, you will see a couch (or sofa) and if you look to your

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.

In August 2016 I had the opportunity to travel to Louisiana to help with cleanup of damage from a recent flood. My father, brother, and I went together with a group from church. At each house we went to we had to tear out ruined drywall, appliances, cabinets, furniture, door frames, and sometimes even floors. The most memorable location we worked at was a mobile home near a small stream. The stream overflowed and made the flooding worse there. The walls and floor were still damp and had begun to mold. The heat of the sun magnified the humidity to an eye-watering level. We spent much of our time there methodically tossing ruined furniture and belongings into a massive pile by the side of the road. We cut almost all of the drywall out and wrestled

Two oceanographers and I were mapping out the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean in our vessel, The Mississippi Coast. We had been at the voyage for over two years and were slowly making progress as the grant money allowed us to proceed. The process requires we take a submarine to the bottom of the ocean and trace it on a map. Little did we know we were on the verge of the greatest discovery since the Titanic was raised from its grave.

Here I am. I’m sixteen days into my ocean expedition up in Maine with eleven other girls that I have only met sixteen days ago. At this point, I’ve eaten a great variety of foods including cheese and salami, rice, kasha, cheese and salami, grits, and cheese and salami. Oh, did I mention that I ate cheese and salami? Here I am. I’m in the back of the large voyager canoe that we all call Kombucha. Oh yes, this large green, wooden vessel is quite a beauty. I have to say that Kombucha has been quite nice to me for the sixteen days that I have been here. As a person sitting on the back gunwale of Kombucha, my responsibility is to steer her toward our next target island. “No, Samantha, I will not steer toward that lobster boat”. Here I am. All eleven girls were

December the 22nd, 2013; my uncles and I went to Guerrero Mexico with the purpose of visiting our family, and be with them during the winter festivities. The first day I remember after we land in Acapulco I felt happy and the same time anxious. After we went outside of the airport the heavy and humid air received me as I was used to as a child. My uncles and I were really fervent until we observed the devastation left by the tropical storms Manuel in our way to Arenal de Gomez. I felt lighthearted watching the palm tree growing coconuts in the endless groves at the side of the road. Then I recalled memories from my childhood drinking fresh coconut water. Furthermore, the closer we were from my grandparents’ home the anxious I became. Finally we arrive and the reception they prepared was very humble, but meaningful. Even more, I was glad to see my mother after fourteen mounts living with my uncles in the United Estates.

I would have never known that on a calm day driving down a busy highway in Texas that I could have been the person on the side of the road in a car accident. Even though I never got in the accident it was still a life or death situation. The night before my whole family was getting packed and ready to travel from Buckner, Missouri all the way to Galveston, Texas. Galveston is an island off of the coast of Houston. My dad’s side of the family was meeting up with us to go on the Carnival Magic. My mom, sister, dad, and I crammed into a car, along with four suitcases.