The Airport At Johannesburg Airport, Me, My Mother, And My Brother

When I began reading Chapter 1 of “Mistaking Africa,” it reminded me of our first class meeting. Professor Crowley asked us to do the same exercise Curtis Keim talks about in the text. Professor Crowley asked us what comes to mind when we think about Africa. It is a great exercise and allow us to express our perceptions of Africa. Even in class, it took me time to think about what comes to mind when I hear the word Africa, because I have not really heard much about it besides the common misconceptions: “Africa is a primitive place, full of trouble and wild animals, and in need of our help” (5). I frequently see the UNICEF commercial with Alyssa Milano, who asks her viewers how it would feel to be able to save a child’s life for fifty cents a day. The commercial precedes to play really depressing music and shows a slideshow of undernourished children, who fend for themselves in

Before we got on our plane we picked up some food and sodas. While eating we began to reminisce in the memories we had in ethiopia. We told our dad we wanted to stay. Holding back a tear he told us this was the best for us. We grabbed our orange sodas and got ready for our flight. I looked out the window looking at the city, all the lights made me think i was looking at what i thought was new york city. I looked out the window and shed a tear knowing i wouldn't be back for a while.

When the plane finally landed in New York, I remember everyone cheering and clapping. We had made it to America. I looked through the window and saw a place completely different than what I had ever known. I immediately started to feel the chilly weather of New York. I had never experienced cold temperature, but I came prepared with a light jacket and sweater for my daughter and me.

Going to Haiti is an incredible adventure and it really puts in perspective how much I take for granted everyday. Most Haitians my age have no bed to sleep on, a small shack which they call home and share with their extensive families, and not a clue what they are going to do that day when they wake up. In a way, which may sound selfish, I wish to live like them to feel what it’s like to always be happy and full of spirit regardless of the food they eat or the clothes on their backs. I have many memories and experiences similar to the ones shared and I had moments like those spent with Kata and the man during village ministry every day with various Haitians. The Haitians impact my life more and more every second I am there, and even though Haiti may seem like the poorest country in the world and the mosquitos are horrible, and the heat could drive one mad, I will always choose Haiti over any other place in the world as my happy place, and there is not a place I’d rather be than

When I flew to Haiti I was unsure of what to expect. From a bird’s-eye view, I saw a beautiful landscape with a vibrant ocean surrounding the island. Upon arrival, I saw poverty, run down buildings, and very little people with actual homes; however, I saw smiles, laughter, and happiness among the people. I’ve traveled a lot throughout my life, but this trip gave traveling meaning. Experiencing their culture and customs gave me a broader perspective on other lifestyles and what they endure.

My favorite part of my trip was building relationships with the children. I hoped that these interactions, as well as the tangible parts of our mission, would help to make a difference in Haiti and their lives. Whether on the work field, at CBS, or at the orphanage where we volunteered, Haitian children are bound to make an impact on the hearts of volunteers. As I rode through town, children ran around with shoes on, but the soles of their shoes were entirely worn down. This showed me that nice things aren’t necessary to enjoy life. I played with them, helped them learn English, and showed them friendship; I went with a preconceived notion that the people of Haiti would be sad because they don’t have

There was also a hospital in case we got sick” (Stratton 10). A lot of the stereotypes regarding Africa are simply not true. Plenty of citizens in Africa own homes and have access to clean water, but not everyone. Students are given a completely different and more accurate view of Africa, but the novel also includes numerous issues, such as the dangers of sexual abuse and

This summer I went to one of the most exotic places in Africa. In the summer I went back home to Ethiopia. I call it “back home” because this is where I am from and where my parents were born and raised. Here is my trip back home.

It was here that I witnessed a scene that forever changed me — thirty children, saved from slums, no more than five years old, gathered around a table in the cafeteria to have their lunch. Everyday they were served the same rice and lentils for lunch. Yet, without a word of complaint, they finished their mundane meal with not a single grain of rice leftover. It was as though the honking cars were only trying to blare reality into my ears. Blessed with three meals a day, a comfortable home, and an excellent education, I realized that I possessed unique opportunities that many of the lesser-fortunate around me could only dream of. This was an awakening within me that motivated me to stay determined to achieve my goals. I could no longer complain of the difficulties I faced each

June 16th 2014, was the most exciting and yet terrifying day of all. This would be the first time traveling out of the country for me. I was itching with excitement but at the same time I was scared I what I might see. But little did I know that this trip to the Addis ababa, ( which My twin sister and i were named after) would make me look at the world in a different perspective.

She portrays the South African government's arrangements to have the 2010 soccer World Cup in Cape Town, which included constrained expulsions of 6,000 poor families whose shacks were obvious from the N2 roadway between the universal airplane terminal and the

On July 20, 2011, we boarded our plane from San Francisco to Amsterdam. When getting to Amsterdam it was dark and dreary, although it was the middle of the day It was very dim and rainy. It wasn’t like America, people weren’t as friendly

The plane ride was an experience that I definitely enjoyed. It was my first time on a plane and, it just makes sense because you get to a place in half the time and, it’s also fun. The JFK airport is a whole experience in itself. The airport is a mall, a restaurant, a spa, a liquor store, and many other things all in one. Stepping out into the streets of New York is like stepping into altered universe. The horns are screamed in your ear, the people are shuffling across the street before the orange hand comes up to tell them to stop walking (I felt more like a pack mule crossing the street with all the luggage I was carrying), and every one was frantically searching for the taxi they just called. When you are riding in the taxi you can try to look out the windows to see the tops of the buildings, but your eyes will never reach the top of

Working as an intern for Placer Times, a major newspaper company in Addis Ababa, Africa, I am here to have my voice heard. I grew up in a big city where no one had a car. We either walked, took trams, or subways. At age 16, I got my first job two blocks from my house writing magazine articles. Ever since then, I have been interning at big news paper companies in big cities all around the world. I have traveled to many cities, reporting local news and thus never really got a chance to settle down. I am currently 24 years old and living in a three-bedroom apartment with two other women in the heart of Addis Ababa, Africa. Much like San Francisco, this city is over-crowded, contains too many tourists, and its beautiful views are being

In my entire life of adventures and travels, I had never seen anything this beautiful before. It was December of 2013 and as I stepped off of the British Airways airplane, after fifteen hours of flying time, with an hour layover in Heathrow Airport in London, I was exhausted and did not want anything more than to be under a heavenly cloud of a European duvet. As we exited the terminal and entered our driver 's car, a gust of icy, cold wind struck me like a slap. Our driver took my family and me on a late night tour of the city that I begrudgingly tried to absorb like an already wet sponge. Then I saw it: a city that was a sparkling goddess in the night. Paris, the city of lights.