I was in complete shock from when I was told I could chose a destination until the flight and hotels were paid for. I was still in shock when we were at the Portland airport about to board the plane. I remember being so tired because it was quite early but also thrilled at the same time. I remember walking down the jet-way just looking at Rylie; neither of us could stop smiling. I had to do everything to hold back from screaming in excitement.
I was the first one to get up, and took a shower, and put my black and white striped shirt, with my black jeans, and my Timberland’s. Later, my family got ready to go down stairs, and we ate breakfast; the food looked so good that I couldn’t decide between them, however, I decided and ordered the Tomato Olive Quiche’ and it tasted wonderful. After everybody was done eating, my mother told all of us why we were in California; we were there to skydive. My heart dropped, and adrenaline circulated through my veins when I heard the word “skydive”; I was silent the whole time that she was talking about it. I ask her when we are going to sky dive, and she said after we were done eating, which made my heart pound faster and my face turn red.
This summer, my church took a missions trip to Puerto Penasco. It wasn 't the easiest trip to plan, seeing we only had two months to plan for it, and pay for it. Yes, this trip was spontaneous, and we worked very hard to get the money for it. It was a hot day when I and the rest of the missions team got out of the airplane in Phoenix, Arizona. We had been on a flight for about three hours, and I was very scared, because that was my first time on a plane.
This story takes place last summer in the month of July, about one week. My family and I went on a trip out west. Our final destination was in South Dakota. We left on a monday morning and I remember my mom was trying to get me up and they almost left without me. Everyone packed their bags in the car but when I was about to put mine in the car I was informed that there was no more room and it had to get tied to the roof.
It was 3:30 in the morning when our plane finally landed in Santo Domingo and I had just witnessed the scariest plane flight of my life. Along with the scariest flight in my life it had been the longest day in my life. I had been up for 22 hours straight, waiting and riding on plane flights that constantly got delayed or pushed back along with excruciating long car rides. Our mission team stayed the night at some nice hotel and in the morning we would take off for San Juan De La Maguana where we would stay the rest of the week. That morning we woke up extremely early and trudged into the elevators down to the lobby.
When I started to fight the fish, he had been close to the boat because by grandpa had been unknowingly reeling in both of our fish. A few minutes later, the fish reached the boat and everyone got to see the massive striped bass that I caught. The best part of the catch was that I did not have to do all of the work for a great fish and my grandpa had to reel in two fish and his own fish happened to be a trash fish. I kept the fish and had it for dinner the following
I full of excitement (Absolute), got to packing as soon as I found out. We got there by driving I believe my parents realized their mistake at about hour two because of hearing "are we almost there" every couple of minutes. We left at night so that we could sleep most of the ride, but I couldn’t, I was so excited. When we finally got there, it was amazing and all I had seen was the hotel room. We stayed in the resort so that things were more continent.