Double View “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.
Our first night in Panama is one of grandeur and excellence; which are two things you would not expect to experience on a single mission trip. The hotel we are staying at is filled with illuminating chandeliers, ornamental rooms, and lavish halls. The very next day, after taking a much shorter flight to the rustic town of David, we arrive at our final destination, Paradise Inn. Filled with thick vegetation, countless flowers, and two gorgeous swimming pools, the sight of this inn certainly lives up to its name. My room is small with three sheeted beds lined up in a single row.
Arriving in Mexico I woke up from the flight when I saw daylight and was able to look out the window and see a wonderful view of mountains and clouds. We arrived at the airport to wait for my uncle and aunt to arrive, the airport was very crowded with people holding balloons and gifts, the air smelled like food and gas. I could hear many cars honking and many people talking and yelling, it felt hot as soon as got outside the airport, I was feeling indolent because I didn’t sleep much on the flight. Finally, my
I experienced a very courageous vibe when I passed by the house, as if he was there on that night. The last place we went to see was the Battleship Cove, which was a giant ship displayed as the largest series of World War II naval vessels. The Battleship Cove is a nonprofit nautical museum and war memorial, and the view was absolutely outstanding. The whole eighth grade class took a “Boston Trip” photo in front of the massive ship, and definitely created another memorable, fun time together. At last, we went back on the buses for another dreadful long ride back home, though the drive to dinner was very encouraging.
When she went to call Richard she realized the phone was dead. Without any way of getting out of the trailer park in the case they had to evacuate, she went to her neighbor’s house to ask her what she was going to do. Her neighbor was driving to her mother’s house in Reading, Pennsylvania and offered for Carol to come along. Without any other choice, she agreed to go along. “Before I even left my neighbor’s house, the man came again and told us that we needed to leave immediately because the creek was overflowing.”
I remember seeing the eye of Hurricane Katrina on tv as it spiraled towards the coast of Louisiana. Suddenly, my body began to shiver, heart pounding overwhelmed with fear, my mind clouded with negative thoughts creating false scenarios thinking the world was about to end. Eventually, I manage to snap out of my trance-like state and run upstairs to my bedroom to pack clothes. I scanned my room looking for my Powerpuff girls backpack and rapidly started packing everything from shirts, jeans, pajamas, and undergarments cramming as much as I could into my bag. Afterwards, I dashed downstairs to unite with my older brother and mother.
I raced to the Top Thrill Dragster with my heart pounding in my chest like I was sprinting to my doom; the scary, horrible Dragster was standing tall before me. My heart was pounding hard in my chest now as my mom and I slowly entered the short line. I am a true daredevil at heart but even this started to intimidate me. My mom usually likes rollercoasters but not the Dragster.
It was July 15, 2012 my heart was pounding as fast as a racing car,as I slowly walked the steps of the enormous plane,I slowly thought of how different my life was gonna be, in new place i’ve never been to. I felt exited to meet this place but at same time I felt scared……how different was Latin America gonna be? “El Salvador”,my mom softly repeated the name of the place we where traveling to. After four hours of watching the white clouds,and the peaceful sky, we had finally arrived. As we stepped out of the Airport my eyes where rapidly attracted to all the Cultural things around me,I could feel how my lungs breathed in and out the smell of traditional food and fresh natural air.
I love you,” she said, opening the motel door slightly as kissed Frank passionately. Grabbed her well-developed breasts, he said, “Take care of these, they’re mine.” “You know they belong to you,” she whispered, smiling as she opened the door wider and screamed, “What in the hell are you doing here?” Looking into her mother’s face as Frank ran over wearing only his birthday suit.
On November 2, 2014 I and my family all took a vacation to Orlando Florida to go to Disney world. In the morning when we got to the airport in Dubuque, Iowa it was a long wait to get on the next flight. So we just waited. While we were waiting we played games and talked. When we got bored we all decided to walk to get some more breast fast because my sisters was still hungry and it was still early and not time for lunch.
As we walked inside the dirty, salt stench, of a theme park, My sister started going nuts wanting to ride everything. My parents told her to wait a minute while they got themselves situated. Finally the part of the trip I was dreading the most, the part where I had to go ride the blue streak. The line wasn 't too long so we decided to go. I sat in the car with my sister, which by the way was a little bigger then me, so the bar that came across our lap only went up to my stomach.
Over the summer I attended the four day Congress of Future Medical Leaders and it made me realize what I dreamed to become and achieve in life Before the school year of 2017 ended I came home and found a large black envelope on the entrance table, in gold lettering it read “Harvard”. I quickly rushed over to my mom and started frantically waving the sealed envelope in her face, she started yelling for me to open it. On the back was a thick wax seal with the Harvard emblem, I don 't think I ever opened something as carefully as I did then. Inside, there was a thick stack of papers, mom was eager to read them
We got up on a Tuesday morning at 4:30 am, our flight left at 6:00 am for the Dominican Republic but I wasn’t tired. As we walked into the O’hare airport in Illinois I was so excited. We waited in lines that looked a mile long until we finally were at our gate. We sat down in faded,cushy,blue seats and waited to leave.