The Best Days Of My Life : My Vacation To Jamaica

I dont remember the plane ride at all the first thing i remember was the cold, stinging feeling across my body when I step outside and felt that cold, I never experienced anything like that until I came here, for people who dont know Jamaica does not get cold, I’ve went swimming at the beach on Christmas before, I was not prepared for this cold I hated it every second of it, but I knew we finally made it, it took years for my parents saving, driving hours from one end of Jamaica to the other, lots of late nights filling out papers but we finally did it we finally made

The day has finally come to go on vacation. 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 their early because all people flying international had to be their two hours before the flight would leave. We boarded the flight out to Punta Cana, which is located in the Dominican Republic. I can remember that I was so excited to go, that I was the first on the flight. I am pretty sure that it took about 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

In August of 2010, our church embarked on a work and witness trip to Jamaica. The group consisted of two teams, a work and a ministry team. The work team assisted the people of Westmoreland to complete their local church. The ministry team presented bible stories and skits through puppetry at various locations. This Mission was called "Maddy's Mission".

We arose early in the morning, even before the sun broke the horizon, to catch our flight to spend two life changing weeks in the country of Nicaragua. As I struggled to keep my eyes open, I began to prepare for my longest journey away from home. I did not realize what I was getting myself into as my dad drove racing against the clock. We then reached the airport. I was received by a gush of cold air exceeding from the airport lobby. We

During summer vacation my mom’s family came to New York from Germany. They came since we decided to go to Florida and spend time as a family. This was there first time ever coming to America, so we wanted to make this trip enjoyable and never forgetful. In order for us to go to Florida, we rented a 16-passagner van. The experience for them was like fantasy because we saw all the states entering Florida and they bought souvenirs from each place.

In tenth grade I was enrolled in conformation class at my parish church. This was the first time I had really started getting involved with my Church parish. The big event everyone was talking about for the upcoming summer was the mission trip to Jamaica. My first thoughts about this trip were to stay away from it. I found myself not wanting to get involved with a huge event like this. Leaving the United States is something that I have never done before. A whole week away from home is something that scared me at the time. I kept it in the back of my head throughout the year and the time came to make my decision. The decision I made would, without me realizing it, change my life forever. My trip to Jamaica would teach me just how blessed I am.

oday I will be putting you guys in my shoes of my trip to the Bahamas, and what I did there. This was one of the best days of my whole life. We wanted to go somewhere for vacation, but didn't know where. When my parents surprised me and my sister Haley that we were going to go on a vacation, we were very happy. I was eager to pack and leave right that second that they told me. I remember going to Flordia and staying there for a couple of days before the Bahamas. We went to the airport after Florida and got on the plane. I remember the wait to get onto the plane, and eating at a wendy's inside of the airport.(It wasn’t good.) When they said it was time to get on, I got onto the plane and called the window seat. The view was amazing! I remember

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.

One week was just enough to reflect on my spiritual status. The trip to Haiti was a two pronged journey; spiritual and physical. Being my first time going abroad alone, as well as my first time going to a non-developed country, I saw and realized many aspects I wouldn’t have seen here.

The airport in Los Angeles was crawling with travelers, dragging their luggage and scurrying across the terminals like ants in a massive nest. Jackson, my nephew, had no idea that he was meeting in Los Angeles; he thought we would be meeting in Seattle, just as we usually did. I wondered if he would notice the palm trees and the stifling heat in the middle of December and know immediately. With these thoughts wandering my head, I sat impatiently by the terminal where his plane was supposed to land.

Tomorrow my family is going to Cuba for a vacation. I’m glad that summer break has started. I’m very excited to go on the plane and taking pictures of places around Cuba. To start off, I am packing my suitcase full of clothes and making sure that I have everything that I need for this special trip. I could imagine being in the hotel resort relaxing and having a fun time with my family. My dad told us that he booked our flight to Cuba in a very early time. We had to go to my grandparents house to stay there for the night. We left the house and went inside the car to get ready to go. We started driving to my grandparent’s house. When we got there Grandma Joan and Grandpa John were outside cleaning the front yard. They start to get surprised and

What an amazing experience! Although I have traveled all over the United States and cruised to Mexico and Bahamas, there is nothing like traveling overseas. It was really interesting to see how other people live. From the beginning to the end of the trip, practically everything that I experienced was new to me. The plane ride, the hotel stay, lack of traffic and the food. Even the towels at the hotel was different.

Have you ever gone far away from the place you call home? To a whole new country that isn’t connected by land to your own country? Doing such is an experience that everyone will remember, especially their first time travelling to another country. In 2011, I went with my family on a spring break vacation to the Bahamas. We didn’t only just go to the Bahamas, but did so in style on a cruise ship. I was lucky enough to visit the largest island, New Providence. Nassau is the capital city and center of the Bahamas offering everything the Bahamas have to offer. While on this trip, I got to experience a new culture, new locations, and new activities that I have never before done.

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.

There are certain memories that we have that we can remember like they happened yesterday. Many of those memories that have special meaning to me were of family vacations when I was young growing up with my brothers and sisters. Family memories are important to many of us because they take us back to a time or place that was special. One particular family vacation I remember vividly, and it’s a story I have shared with my kids on many occasions. Over the 40 or more years since that memorable vacation, I still smile and think how lucky I was growing up with a mother and father that did everything to give their kids an unforgettable memory.