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“Welcome aboard flight 2741 to Cancun.” There was a feeling of anticipation in the air. The airplane cabin was full of friendly faces smiling back at me. My parents and I were ready for our annual family vacation. This was my first international trip. One of the most stunning destinations in the world was only hours away. I was ready for big waves and unlimited food. Slowly my thoughts turned into daydreams about a luxury resort in the middle of a tropical paradise.
Before I realized it, time had slipped away. The pilot announced, ”We will be landing shortly. The weather in Cancun is a sunny eighty two degrees.” From my window seat, I could see glistening turquoise water. As we descended, my excitement increased. Within minutes, I felt the landing gear engage and my stomach dropped. The plane landed and the journey began. I grabbed my bag and headed toward the terminal. Once inside, I found a large crowd awaiting to be processed through security. The officer sternly greeted me and requested my passport. He
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The swimming pool wrapped around the entire property. The room was just as nice, with ten pillows to a bed and all the furnishings a person could ask for. I was unpacking when my Dad came through the door with a set of car keys. He rented a car so we could drive to Mayan ruins. Within the hour we were on the road. On the way to the ruins we passed through small towns that were poor and run down. The people looked tired and the houses were falling apart. It was the first time that I had been in a heavily poverty stricken location. It’s shocking that a multi-million dollar resort could be miles away from such a dying area. The Mayan ruins were astonishing, but I was overwhelmed by the neglected towns and people. After adventuring the region, we headed back to the resort. The remainder of the week was spent relaxing on the beach, fine dining, and nightly
Fortunately, there were not many other guests. Blanche took one room with the kids, and we slept in the other room in one single bed, almost like camping out. The next morning we woke and went to the lobby for breakfast. I looked at the menu and was aghast at the prices.
“We Spaniards know a sickness of the heart that only gold can cure….” The life of a ruthless conqueror of México that we seem to forget about, Hernando Cortés. One of his quotes wasIn this essay I will be bringing back the story of Hernando Cortés and the conquest that he was able to perform in his lifetime. Hernando Cortés was born in 1485 in a town in Medellin, Spain.
“Travel is very subjective. What one person loves, another loathes.” Robin Leach Before leaping into someone else ’s exciting traveling experience, I would recommend doing self-evaluation, an honest review of what you truly appreciate and what you do not care much for. Would you care for a whole day/whole night party in Ibiza?
It was his first day of highschool, before he started walking he asked me if I would still teach him some of the things I know about being a villain. As he was walking in I began to space out. I was thinking ‘Jason has showed me what it’s like to have a family again, ever since he came into my life things have changed; stealing every chance I got, starting fights, being rude I’m done because that’s all I knew, he’s changed my life.’ You’re probably wondering who I am and what lead me to this moment, well I am Vincent Hernandez so here’s my life story. To understand my life story, you must I live on a planet that looks similar to what looked like; except there are two of them that rotate around each other, the lower and upper world.
Introduction San Diego de Alcala was the first mission in Alta California that Father Serra and Captain Gaspar de Portola established on July 16, 1769. They built it in San Diego Bay, where the tribe named “Kumeyaay” was settling. The Native Americans became mad after the Spanish missionaries treated the native people badly, so they decided to attack the mission. After the disaster, Father Serra came back from Mission San Carlos to San Diego to see people rebuilding Mission San Diego. Kumeyaay Before the Spanish started settling, a tribe named “Kumeyaay” was living.
They handed us our room key and right then, we knew this would be the trip of a lifetime. We eventually arrived at the suite and were once again amazed by the hotel. We proceeded to get change our clothes and get ready to go out. “Let 's go to this seafood restaurant,” I said eager to get some food.
I woke my brothers and told them to get up and look out the window. After eating Chick-Fil-A we checked into our condo. It looked and felt so homey. The living room had a huge glass sliding door which opened and looked out over the ocean. When you walked out there was a deck you could stand on and look out into the water.
The house had a basement (finished and unfinished); an attic too. My Mom already picked out my bedroom. It was the biggest bedroom in the house; it had blue walls. Blue is my favorite color. I was nervous and scared.
Guanajuato, Mexico is where it all began. Its where my family cultivated their Mexican traditions. It is a place that is known, for the colonial cities, especially San Miguel de Allende. San Miguel de Allende is located in the eastern part of Guanajuato in a hilly area. An area that at the moment you get there you fall in love with the: architecture, food, art, monuments and the infinite amount of things.
I never knew going to Miami would make me want to travel the world. Chirp, Chirp, Chirp as I look up to watch the black lovely birds past me. While I am running on the beach , I look up to see the sun cast its golden rays down upon the cloud turning them bright, fired red. It is 6:30am in beautiful Miami, and I notice the splashing waves, breeze and seagulls. The beach is a place where people come to enjoy the ocean view and relax in the sand.
As a young conquistador coming to a strange land that has a large pyramid with thousands of people surrounding it as they were chanting and yelling while looking toward the very top of the stairs that led to the top of the pyramid. You see people at the top and notice how they are cutting out the hearts of these human sacrifices and tossing them down the stairs. You stare in horror and notice what a terrible and cruel place you have come across. There was human sacrifice going on and gruesome wars over land that ultimately led to more and more death. But then you take another look around and see their agriculture and all the amazing irrigation systems they have set up and you 're completely shocked about how well their farming systems are.
After that we switched hotels to the moon palace. The balcony outside our room had beautiful colorful gardens and you could just smell the tropical scent that was in the steamy hot air. I also saw the beautiful tidy beach that was beyond our balcony. The beach was absolutely the cleanest and nicest beach i had ever been to.
“Where were the empires, buildings, or roads?” , I pondered. The same flight attendant interrupted my thoughts once again. “ We have now arrived at the San Salvador Airport, please remember to get your belongings,” he said.
Everyone gets worried sometime in their life. In Gary Soto 's short story “La Bamba” the main character, Manuel, thinks”Why did i raise my hand?”He is worried about what will happen and how he will be perceived. In “La Bamba” Manuel has volunteered to pretend to sing “La Bamba” in front of the whole school for a talent show. Manuel starts becoming worried because he wants to impress people, especially a girl he likes. He doesn 't know what will happen and how he will be perceived during his act so he is very worried until the climax of the story.
The clock hanging in Toronto Pearson International Airport dinged exactly 4:00 pm, and my new life had begun. It was May 1, 2006 when the Boeing 787 (international flight: India-Canada) accommodating my parents-Chetan and Hina Patel -, and myself landed in Toronto, Canada. This entire journey of immigrating to Canada began in 2001, the year I had been born. At the time, my parents and I lived in India.