Visits

two restaurants on the list as frequently visited for me just are simply just Americanized Mexican restaurants and definitely do not qualify as places that stay true to the Mexican culture. Therefore, for this global experience, I decided to make a visit to an authentic Mexican restaurant named Taqueria Marias and it honestly was worth the wait. Deciding to share this experience, I took two of my friends along with me and we shared a lunch at the small restaurant. Almost immediately after entering

AJ 101 Course # Court Visit On November 29, 2011, I had the opportunity to go to Los Angles Superior Court and was able to sit and observe during a Preliminary Hearing. The case that I sat in was about a rape case in which a young girl of approximately twelve years old said that her grandfather, who was about sixty years old would sexually touch her and do certain things to her everytime she would go over to her grandparents house. The prosecutor asked the young girl a serious of questions such

For the house of worship visit I went to Congregation Etz Chaim which is a Reformed Jewish synagogue. I have been though many different Christian church so going to a synagogue is a different experience than what I have grown up with. This should an interesting experience. For this paper I will describe my visit and go over things I thought were important, interesting or things that I couldn’t get out of my mind. When I first stepped into the building it didn’t look like what I expected it to look

Imagine a place entirely made of Turkish Limestone and Italian marble, a place of worship and serenity. BAPS Shri Swaminarayan Mandir is the full name of the Hindu Mandir I visited, it is located in Stafford also known as Houston, Texas. I visited BAPS because of the beautiful land mark it created. BAPS is a place of worship for people who practice and believe in Hinduism. Hinduism is approximately 5,000 to 10,000 years old. It is a religion that grows by enfolding new traditions. There are several

I watched Mama as she worked, diligently straightening every crease on the red dress. I noticed that she had started to look older than she actually was but I wouldn’t mention it to her. She was already under enough stress. Uncle Joe was coming to visit. She had told us that his coming was very important and had warned my brother Enebi, and I to behave like well-mannered children. This warning was more directed at me, however. She said Uncle Joe would take me to Lagos if I seemed well behaved. She

The Synagogue or Beit Knesset, the Jewish house of worship, is a very intriguing and complex institution, and when conducting a tour, it requires a great amount of knowledge for the tourist who have never visited a Synagogue, to have an adequate understanding of the institution. Being enrolled in Religious Studies 217, I have gained a lot of knowledge that allow me to believe that I would be a very informative and enlightening tour guide. When conducting a tour of a Synagogue, I would inform my tourist

Everyone visited a place that they would want to go back to. Whether it is in your home town or out of state. There is always something that make a person want to go back to that place. Haiti is mines. The sounds that make people want to move their body, the magnificent scent of the variety of the different kind dishes are delightful, and there was never a dull moment. First, the sounds make people want to move their body. When I visited Haiti, there was never a quiet day. The music made it impossible

The Martins only visit once a year. Dale, Katrina, and Lauren drive here all the way from Toronto. Katrina is in between my older sister Madison and me age wise. Our parents always referred to us as the big girls. My younger sister, Olivia, and Lauren are the same age, and they were known as the little girls. One Thursday while they were here my mom, the five girls, and my two younger brothers piled into our minivan and drove to a nearby boat dock to swim. The temperatures were soaring at a

One time, when I visited Nigeria (my parent’s home country), I saw a horrible accident which changed my perspective on life forever. It was a bus crash, which some people may deem as ‘insignificant’, but it was the normality in the atmosphere that left me shocked. A yellow taxi bus had run off the dirt road and into a group of civilians who were waiting for it. There were at least six people under the bus--most likely dead-- and a man, bleeding from the mouth, pleading with bystanders for help. But

On the early morning of September 28, 2014 I was leaving a colleagues birthday celebration in downtown Washington DC, where I consumed a few drinks. I had two friends in the car with me to drop them off at home. I took Baltimore Washington Parkway to take one of my friends home in Cheverly Maryland. As I am driving on the parkway another car side swiped the right side of my vehicle, never stopped, and continued to drive away. The initial impact from the side swipe caused my car to spin in circles