I cannot express the joy I felt when I saw land. It is a very cold place, but my thick, proud viking blood will carry me through any hardship I may face. After days of sailing in the icy waters of the torrent sea I was quite ready to get rid of my sea legs. I am a very experienced, and my crew has even gone as far as to say we wouldn 't have survived the journey without my guidance.
Spain’s empire was vast and held possessions in Europe, the Americas, Asia, and Africa for centuries. Even though the Spanish Empire lasted for many years, there are some important characteristics that defined it; I will name five characteristics that defined the Spanish Empire and what it was like to live there are, these include: the emphasis on religion that the Spanish crowns placed, the incorporation of other races as Spanish subjects, the opportunities for social mobility presented for some despite social stigma, the Hapsburgs’ soft politics and the changes brought by the Bourbons’ ascent to power, and the motives for Spanish Independence.
When you last heard from me, it was about two months when I first boarded the ship. The voyage was normal at first, the only discomfort being the number of passengers traveling with me. The reason for the overcrowding was due to the passengers hoping they can experience a new life for not only themselves, but also their family and friends. This was my intention too. After a couple of weeks at sea, there was a massive storm that threw the ship off course. Thankfully there were no fatalities, however an abundance of the crew members were injured and unable to fulfill their duties till we reached shore. The officials of the ship did not plan for such an extraordinary event to occur, so there was a massive food shortage. We ran into more storms as time passed, however
Hernando De Alcorcon was a spanish navigator of the 16th century. He was born in Trujillo Extremadura. Alarcón 's mission was to provide supplies for Francisco Coronado 's expedition in search of the fabled Seven Cities of Cibola. They became first non-Indians to sight Alta California on September 5, 1540.
This boy was only dreading his trip to his new private school 30,000 feet in the air before blacking out and finding himself stranded and alone in a deserted island. But within the short time span of five weeks, he’s innocence was taken from him. I am lucky to interview Ralph Bradshaw, age 12, after weeks of silence, of his deadly, horrifying experience in the stranded island he would call “Hell” itself.
Crackle, pop the fire sounded as I placed new logs on top of the hot embers. This was the fire the children of my village sat around and told stories before they went to sleep, and tonight was no different. All of their eyes stared at me expectantly as they waited for me to start telling them a story.
I a drunk man with a long fellow friend, we were drinking and i of course was already drunk invited him to drink more. We sat and drank all we could, but of course i only focused on me, never looked to see my friend drink. He had told me that a man had insulted me and that my taste for wine was unacceptable in any manner, my drunken mind was angered and wanted to prove my friend that i my taste for wine was the best in the world. He said that he had some “Amontillado” lock away in his safe spot. “Amontillado?” i said curiously, and he would respond with “Yes some Amontillado, the man that insulted you had interesting choice of words when he tasted it”, and he my friend smiled which only interested me more in this Amontillado. Then he asked me if i wanted to try it, i without thinking and in a flash responded “YES!
Religion has its pro and cons and it can and is debated or contested on both ends of the spectrum (good and bad). However, when looking into Christian Iberia and reading the chronicles in This Happened in My Presence, flags are raised, and signals are alarmed, motioning and giving insight to where religion, specifically Christianity, was taking Iberian society and culture. Of course, this is book is read in a high in sight perspective, so it is clearly noticeable how Christianity was used as a legal/justice system to enforce Christian ideals. It also, is obvious how ruling elite Christians used Christianity and Christian law to survey the population in which it controls, especially those regarded low in importance and most of all to oppose those deemed an abomination. This short essay will examine and discuss Christian interaction with non-Christians and the Christians who participated in enforcing Christian rules and order.
First Entry. Hello I am John and I am a European that cannot wait to go to the Americas. I am a boat headed to the new western lands and cannot contain my excitement. I am on this boat due to some early investors in gold and silver. I have to bring some back for them and everything is good. My wife and children are back at home in Europe waiting for me to return and see if I like the land and we should move to the new land. I want to build a house over there and have my family come to live with me and have a better life than we ever could in the small filthy room we lived in. I imagine a land twice the size of Europe with much gold hidden in the ground. I hope that the land is fresh and fertile so we can plant and grow foods that are much better than the parchment tasting food on the boat. I hope that the Americas smell much fresher than the unclean people on the boat and salty smell of the sea. It does make me sick looking from the front of the boat to see only water ahead .I also cannot wait to touch ground that
One cool evening in late September, I was invited to go to my friend’s lake lot to go camping. He invited three other boys that I knew. There was Sam, who liked to be adventurous, Joe, who was a little bit of a trouble maker, Cole, who was the clown of the bunch, and finally Aaron, who was very bold and audacious. All-in-all it was a fun bunch of guys to be hanging out with even if they were trouble makers. It was my first time camping outside without parents around, so it gave me a sense of freedom and an edge of confidence. I was excited to see what the night had in store for us.
When I walked in there are two people standing in front of the door greeting everyone, I felt welcome right away. The church is really huge, and the first thing that I noticed was glass windows all around the church that have saints on them. The ceiling colors are royal blue and pastel color,it was beautiful especially the two colors together. On the back of the church was a huge baptismal font near it, there’s a big glass case with oils. Also in the back, there are two 3D paintings and statues.
I am Pedro Álvares Cabral. I was sent from Portugal to establish trading routs. One of my commanders had a route to India but I chose to follow Vasco da Gama’s route instead. The commander 's route was to travel around the coast of Africa. Vasco’s route, though, was to go around The Cape of Good Hope. I reached the cape of Good Hope. Soon winds pushed me to Brazil and I claimed land for Portugal there.
Having a babysitter means that someone trusts you with their child. Close to death my life flashed in front of me as if I was a deer in the middle of the highway. You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today. At the bottom soft, cozy but fresh staircase I learn that I fought a battle and someone lost the courage to fight.
The case study taken as example here is represented by a complex missionary work which tells the story of the conquest and conversion to Catholicism of the indigenous people located in the present-day Northeastern coast of Venezuela: Conversión de Píritu de indios cumanagotos y palenques, y otros (Madrid, Juan García Infanzón, 1690). It was written by Matías Ruíz Blanco (1643-1705/1708?), a Spanish missionary sent by the Crown to pacify and to evangelize the Cumanagot and Pariagot people in the area. Together with other thirteen friars, he was sent as new lector of philosophy and theology to evangelize and to convert the Amerindian people of New Andalucía, Cumana, the banks of the Orinoco river and other parts of Eastern Venezuela.
It’s twelve o’clock, I can finally see land. I’ve been on this crowded boat for days. It reeks of garbage and odor down here. I hate the upper class. They have luxury rooms upstairs while we rot down here. But soon it will all be over, I’ll be in America, The Land of Dreams. Finally they dock the boats. There’s no windows down here, so I can’t see the ocean or the dream land. They haven’t let us upstairs since we got on the boat. After waiting for hours, the guard comes and gets us. I tell my brain to remind me to breathe as I walk up the stairs to the upper deck. As I see sunlight, Im flooded with emotions: Fear, hope, happiness and, sadness. I tried to remind myself everything would be better from here on out, but I was so wrong. I walked off the boat into a rustic, wooden house.