Short Story : ' Traveling - It Leaves You Speechless, Then Turns You Into A Storyteller

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.

I had always had an idea of what a cruise ship was like, but had never had the chance to experience anything like it before. That is, until last summer. Last summer, I got to experience a cruise in Puerto Rico with my family. I knew that this was definitely a once-in-a-lifetime trip, and so I wanted to make the most of it. I was not aware of the memories that I would get from this trip to keep forever.

Noah had snuck out plenty of times, but never with a camera in his hand.

This blog also uses pathos appealing to the audience’s emotions. Many of the travelers have to endure the physical challenges in order to get to their final destination. In “Pieces of a Journey” readers get a very good insight into all that goes into traveling in rough climates. When authors express the cons not just the pros to traveling it makes readers sympathize with the travelers. Readers also get fell the emotion when the views are described. It is unreal how the authors describe with such detail what the magnificent views God has made for

Preparation of our food was quick, the waitress was really nice she told us that “fettuccine pasta with steak was a great choice”. While we was eating their was a jazz band playing”. Our mom ask us “Are y’all having a good time”. As Friday night came, the tour guide made an announcement on the intercom saying, “Saturday morning we would be in Bahamas and we would depart back to the ship on Sunday afternoon”. The next day, we left the ship and we was in the Bahamas.

I had butterflies in my stomach from excitement. We were flying to Florence, to spend one night, before driving a rented car to Naples in the morning. In Naples, we were scheduled to board a ferry to the island of Procida where a representative from the Sail Italia Charter Boat company would meet us at the harbor. Procida was the starting point of our one week bareboat charter vacation on a sleek and sporty 35-foot sailboat. We proposed to sail south to Amalfi along the coast. Just the two of us! I have dreamed of sailing past timeless history; ancient castles and mighty fortifications on the Mediterranean. I imagined it as a fairytale-like experience. Our week of sailing would be followed by a week of exploring Israel, including celebrating Vince’s birthday with our friends who live there. It sounded like a trip of a

It was April 3, 2015. While the wind danced around picking few leaves here and there along with itself, my spirit on the other hand, marked with unease and nervousness stood in stark contrast. It was time to board the airplane for United States of America; it was time to leave India, my birthplace as well as my home for 14 years. With hopes of achieving the American Dream, my family and I would board the airplane, oblivious to the opportunities as well as hardships and sacrifices which would follow. Although the journey might seem as a physical one - of around 15 hours, it was a moral journey of understanding new cultures, new ideas, new struggles.Nevertheless, it was a journey to understand the true beauty of the world.

It didn’t seem worth it anymore. The whale sharks were nowhere to be seen. Our tour guide had warned us that the whale sharks feeding season in the area was coming to an end and that maybe we wouldn’t be able to see them today. I just didn’t think this would actually happen, a 10 hour journey for what? Suddenly I began to hear splashes of water coming from the side of the boat. A group of dolphins swarmed around the boat; this made me feel a little better. Although the sour taste of lime began to erupt my mouth as I begin to remember what we really travelled out here

It was 7:00 am on a summer morning and I was still in a daze after just being woken up. Today was to the day that I was going to see my sister and as soon as I made sure I had everything, I headed out. My sister lived far and instead of wasting gas to drive, I was going to fly. I was on my way to the airport with my mom and grandma and as we got closer, my heart began to race with fear and anticipation. It wasn’t because I was afraid of flying, because I actually loved it. I loved the way fields looked like worn quilts from so high above. However this time was different, because on this trip, my family would not be accompanying me and I would be flying alone.

Our family had experienced the vacation of our lifetimes this summer. It was our first real vacation. Our excitement mounded over the weeks prior to leaving as we made lists of what to pack and shopped for what we needed. The anticipation was like a high I had not experienced except for graduating high school. What would it look like? Coming from a household of

A journey to someone could almost be more important than the actual destination itself. “The key to realizing a dream is to focus not on success but significance, and then even the small steps and little victories along your path will take on greater meaning – Oprah Winfrey”. On a journey you can learn and experience a lot more than you would just focused on the destination. The journey matters more than the destination in these stories “The Odyssey”, “Ashton Kutcher Speech - Teen Choice Awards”, and “Gone and Back Again: A Traveler’s Advice” in different ways.

I just returned from an amazing vacation. I went with my family on a cruise ship for 7 days. Our ship was called Oasis of the Seas and is the second largest passenger ship created; we had 6,400 people on board. It was so big it had a full volleyball/basketball court, a mini golf course, a zipline, an ice skating rink and 21 pools/hot tubs. This isn't even half of the crazy ammenities they offer on board. They also offer shore excusions for the various countries we stopped in. This was very important to me as I had never left the country before then. The Oasis docked in Mexico, Jamacia and Haiti. More specifically we docked on the island of Cozumel in Mexico. In Cozumel we took a snorkling tour to the Palancar and Columbia reefs led by Diving Captain Carlos. It was my first time snorkling and it was amazing. The water was perfectly clear and we could see over 150 feet. We had beautiful views of coral and rock formations and well as tons of marine life. We saw 3 sea turtles, a school of young barracudas and one huge 5 foot long barrcuda that was scarred and battle

I tugged hard at the oars and off we went, gleaming gold smoke trailing behind. The sky was clear and the sea like a pane of glass spreading endlessly before us. For a time, I lost myself in the pleasant rhythm of the paddle wheel clunk and the sound of the flat blades swiping through the water. The captain sat watching me from the bow, ready to take his turn, while Mason and the Kidd lazed in the copper sunshine sipping limeade and playing crazy eights. Gypsy whistled and waltzed with a broom around the deck.

To this day, I can recall every gruesome detail that happened on that single boat trip. Every smell. Every cry. Every death. Everything. Those days have changed my life. Once a free man living amongst my brothers’ in our home in Africa, to a chained man living amongst my masters.

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.