The Los Angeles Locos Hotel

I remember the first time I went to Disney World; excited and eager like a child on the first day of school. I already had my suitcase packed two weeks before we even left, and that two weeks felt more like two years. The night before we left, I couldn’t sleep. It was like I had nonstop adrenaline rushing through my body. All I could think about were the rides, princesses, and that beautiful beach I’ve seen thousands of pictures of. Finally, after hours and hours of stirring around, I fell asleep.

Furthermore, the definition for belongingness & love is “Affiliation and acceptance” (Weiten 377). As I was gaining more knowledge of learning how to play the song, I feel the acceptance from my old brother. My older brother is the inspiration that lead me to choose playing “Hotel California” as my SMART goal. He inspired me, and now with almost complete learning the song, I feel the acceptance from my brother which make me want to continue learning more songs. Safety means “Long-term survival and stability” (Weiten 377). With the busy schedule this semester, I was able to maintain my busy hour to make it stable for me to have time to practice “Hotel California.” Thanks to my brother helps which make the process of learning the song easier and less stressful I was able to achieve my goal. Physiological means “Hunger, thirst, and so forth” (Weiten

On Friday I had the honor to visit the historical Rancho Los Cerritos House; also known as Rancho Los Cerritos or Casa de los Cerritos, in Long Beach, California, it was the largest and most impressive adobe residence raised in southern California during the Mexican period. The structure of the house was built in 1844 by merchant Jonathan Temple, a Yankee pioneer who became a Mexican citizen. Los Cerritos means "the little hills" in English. It was declared a National Historic Landmark in 1970. I wasn’t lucky enough to visit this phenomenal and historical place until I took advantage of my history assignment and I decided to visit Rancho Los Cerritos with the company of some of my friends. On a Friday morning we took the chance and we

This was rare since each of my siblings were playing a travel sport at the time, aside from my sister who was too young. We were also able to get my uncle, aunt, and cousin, Jimmy, to go with us. On this trip, our goal was to spend as much time as we could at the beaches and exploring the beautiful outdoors. We did not want to be wrapped up in our phones or stuck in the house. On the second to last day of the trip, we decided to take a bike ride down to our favorite beach. However, something was different. My whole family had gotten on a bike and began to ride down the roads with me, and there is not a time where I can remember them not saying a word. There was not a sound in the air. I could only hear the whistling of the wind and the tread of the bike tires rubbing across the pavement walkways. Although I love my loud family, this was a moment of peace. I had cleared my mind and was able to just focus on the road ahead of

Los Arroyos Mexican Restaurant serves up traditional eats and margaritas in a casual spot with a south-of-the-border feel. Guests can visit for lunch and dinner and enjoy a variety of foods, beer and spirits. With a focus on authentic, homemade recipes made with fresh ingredients, owner Tony Arroyo and his crew strive to provide visitors with a memorable experience every time they visit.

As I put away the Lenovo keyboard and mouse, I felt a sudden and urgent sense of exhaustion. In a matter of seconds I fell back onto the couch and entered a trance of sleep. When I woke I realised that I had not really woken up; instead, I was merely lucid in my own dream. As I gazed around my setting I suddenly smelt a sharp fragrance of a barbados lily, it was a very sweet and honey like smell. I saw an endless amount of roystonea regia, which is a fancy word for those very common palm tree-like trees. They were so beautifully decorated in a green hue that was encompassed in a vibrant shine. I felt the what could only be sand underneath me, it was so hot, yet refreshing. I began to walk through the narrow course of trees until I saw an end to the path. Then I saw it, the ocean. It was like every movie I had ever seen. It was so clear due to the salt, and it glistened like a pasture covered

The St. James Hotel was first built in 1872 and is located in the historic downtown Cimarron, New Mexico. It is consider to be a historic with a restaurant and bar. It is also known for its legendary status of being haunted by spirits of men who have been murder there during the 19th century in the days of New Mexico’s northeastern Wild West days. Presently guest can stay at the historic hotel in one of two sections of the hotel, one section is the historic part of the hotel that is the main building which houses the bar and restaurant. The second section is modern addition to the hotel. The hotel has been added to the national register of historic places and is also a part of Cimarron’s historic district.

Walking into my kitchen, one December evening of 2014, I saw the printed itinerary for our upcoming trip. There, at the very top, in my mom’s cursive, was written “Hollywood.” Possessing a deep appreciation for travel and cities, I was thrilled to add another place to my repertoire. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I rushed into my closet, dug up my scruffy suitcase and lugged it back to my mom. Haphazardly, I began compiling my favorite outfits, my room suddenly resembling a disaster zone. It was then, tangled up in feelings of exhilaration and chaos, that I knew I was in for an unforgettable experience, one that would stay embedded in my memory for years to come.

Every time I went to El Cedro a small town in Guanajuato, Mexico, I still remember that one time my family (including parents, grandparents, siblings, and few uncles and aunts with their children) and I spend an amazing family time in that place, and I’m hoping it could happen again and again. We woke up very early since we had to pack everything we needed, such as the food and some chairs, plates, cups, and something to drink. my parents and my uncles were going to make some barbeque later that day. Then we waited for everybody to meet up at my house so we can all leave together. When all the people were there, we separated into two groups

The struggle of getting up at 3 am was unbearable after the events which had taken place last night. I had no energy what so ever, yet I knew the events about to occur were to be bewildering. Our tour guide sat us all down and explained to us what would happen and all of the risks and procedures. Excitement was running through my veins. We all hopped into a spacious coach which would be taking us on a 6 hour journey to the beach of Cancun. Although the air in the coach was extremely heavy, I managed to catch up on a few hours of sleep. Before I knew it, we had arrived. Cancun beach, the extravagancy of the view I had been looking at was unbearably beautiful. Nothing could beat it. The sun had started to rise. The few rare clouds in the sky

When he finally arrived after a four hour car ride he was glad to be jumping around and letting all of his excitement be seen. They entered the lobby of the hotel and the first thing he noticed was all of the colors and the big jar of candy. By big he meant huge. There was orange all over the walls, and not just one shade of orange. There was neon orange and dark orange. There was a great big pond

My grandma ushered me out of the hotel and into her car and we set off. We drove in mostly silence, she asked if I had everything

The day I reached Punta Cana I was very excited. When I got off the plane I could feel the heat and the sun all over my body. After entering the airport, you could hear typical Dominican music everywhere. There was a bus waiting to take me to the hotel; the place where all the fun was about to begin. Siting on the bus, I looked out the windows to see the landscape, listened to music and talked with my boyfriend. Looking out the window I saw an immense yellow and red guitar; that is when I noticed I was entering the Hard Rock Casino & Hotel, the place where I was going to stay. That day I unpacked my bags, took a bath and slept all night because I was very tired. The other six days of my stay in

My grandfather followed behind with my suitcase. The whole car ride grandmother chattered on and on about all of the great places we could go see, including a newly discovered pyramid and sphinx. After we pulled up to the small square house that my grandparents were renting, I headed up stairs to my room in the attic. I put my suitcase and computer bag on the floor and plopped into an old bean bag chair in the corner of the room.

As my eyes lit up like the fourth of July, I stood with my feet stuck to the ground, and my nerves tingle with happiness because of how marvelous it was. I didn't know a Mexico resort could be so nice.