Personal Narrative: My First Time To Stay In El Salvador

Although El Salvador may not be known for these qualities, they are what make the country unique and special to so many citizens. The community members of El Salvador may not realize that they are living in such a remarkable place, but the people who visit and learn about the country get to experience these features in a new light; they get to see what so many haven’t, the things that the citizens have already seen; the country itself and its distinctive features, including the art, music, culture, food, and tourist

World War II was a very traumatizing time for the soldiers that fought in it. Unfortunately, the War was also a very traumatic experience for the Japanese Americans that were forced into internee camps. Key examples of those who have struggled through awful conditions are Miné Okubo and Louie Zamperini. Miné is a Japanese American artist who was forced to live in squalor conditions surrounded by armed guards. Louie is an American soldier and a previous Olympic athlete that was beaten daily and starved almost to death in prisoner of war camps. These heroes perseverance and resistance throughout the monstrous conditions that they were forced to live in proving that humans are capable of recovering and persevering through almost anything. Japanese-American internees and prisoners of war were made to feel invisible but they

Many kids do not realize how life is out of the United States. I have experienced a completely new aspect of life outside of an American life into a third world country. Being able to stay there for half of the summer each year as taught me valuable characteristics. The culture experience I had in El Salvador has made me a humble individual, who has become more generous and a thankful person.

Growing up I was the kid who looked at the world with open optimistic eyes. I grew up in a small city called Dora located in Iraq, the middle of three girls. I was born in the late 90s, I have been told that I was born "at the end of the good days". That's when Iraq's political circumstances were not at peace at all, at 2003 another war broke in Iraq. My family felt threatened by all the violence the country was in. That's when my family and I fled to Syria for limited time intel the country's condition could get better. When we came back to iraq at that time the security conditions in Iraq were terrible They got from bad to worse. One evening a massive shooting occurred near our

After a long boring travel, we finally arrived to my grandmother’s house in Mexico. It was my first time going so I was astonished by everything and quite glad to see my cousins and family that i have never knew I had. A lot was different from my home up in California. There was so many little stores nearby and way more flavorful, delicious food like tamales and sopes. I loved playing around and exploring with my cousins which we would always get into trouble somehow. I adored everything about going except one thing that I hate and i feel disgusted by, mosquitoes. Mosquitoes were the only thing that ruined the best vacation I had. But after you get through with

I went to Honduras to grow, to help, and to learn. Before the trip, I didn’t know what to expect. I imagined us doing all of the work. I expected this trip to be a one-way mission, with our team providing help to them. Our team planned, we prepared, and we traveled to Honduras. I felt that I was going to Honduras to share my blessings and do my best to help them. We fundraised as a team, we collected gifts as a team, and we

“Bienvenidos a El Salvador,” the flight attendant announced over the intercom. I looked towards the windows and enjoyed the breathtaking scenery. I could see the long fields, the beautiful hills and valleys, and the volcanoes. The palm trees were bright green and the sky was filled with color.The land seemed to be filled with life. “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.

“I will miss everyone” were my last words before I get in the car, a sunday at 6:30 pm it was a very sad moment I didn 't have idea about when I was going to come again. The only thing I knew was that I was going to miss everyone and everything. But, I also knew that it was all for a better future and a better life.

In my life ive had lots of memorable events , but the most unforgettable one was my graduation trip to Cancun Mexico. when I first found out I was going to this trip I thought it would be so easy as in just get up and go, but no this trip took tons of planing, the most important part of this trip was getting my passport that took about five weeks to arrive, once I received my passport then I was able to start booking my flight, that's when the excitement started,then I booked my hotel. I took care of all the important things then I started looking into placing and things I would be visiting such as beaches,water parks, entertainment shows,shopping centers,restaurants,etc

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?

Haiti is a very poor nation and I experienced many very bad things in my life while I lived there. I was afraid all this might bring others and me down, so I always tried to stay positive, but bad things can always happen. That’s the way it always seemed to be in my life. If you look at the biggest Haiti disaster, it is the earthquake. My family and I were safe, but not the rest of the country. I was so happy the earthquake didn’t happen where my dad’s side of the family lives, because I already have seen too many bad things in front of my eyes. I have witnessed too much destruction, pain, and suffering.

My parents and I moved to the Dominican Republic when I was thirteen years old. Living there as a young American came with many challenges. One of the biggest threats against foreigners is violence. Within my first years of living in Dominican Republic, I had experienced two incidents at it firsthand. The first incident happen a week before school began, I was mugged by two assailants; man on a motorcycle and another man on foot. As I walked down the street I heard a motorcycle behind me but thought nothing of it. Before I could blink the man on a motorcycle drove in front of me; while his partner sprinted behind me and yanked my necklace off of my neck. I stood paralyzed as the man on foot jumped on the back of the motorcycle and the two rode away. I returned home petrified for a couple of days, but as time passed I had already gotten over it.

My grandfather asked me “Which one?” I respond “Let’s get this one”. Little did I know that guinea pig was my dinner. Guinea pigs or cuy are not pets but food in Ecuador.When I arrived at the airport it looked like any typical airport, but it felt as if I was in a different world. I remember seeing a whole bunch of random people at the airport. And then this whole group of people is crowding around me and it took me a while to put all the pieces together and I see my brother saying hi to everyone and then I realized holy cow this is my family. On the way to the car I was counting how many people were actually here and I had 6 uncle 's, 6 aunt 's, more than 15 cousins and 4 grandparents. I could not believe my eyes for the first time in eleven years I was with family. The first two weeks living in Ecuador was a challenge.

Going through every security checks and bag checks, I anxiously waited until it was my turn. There were thousands of people standing at the baggage claim waiting to claim their luggage and others were rushing to the gate to catch their flight. I happened to be one of those people. Sitting in the cold lounge, waiting for my flight to El Salvador to arrive, all I could think about was my mother’s last words before she said goodbye.

As I was awakened from a deep sleep, my aunt was yelling “get all your stuff we have to leave.” I didn’t fully understand what was going on by the way I was awakened. It was five o’clock in the morning when I heard my cousin on the other end of the phone saying “we have to leave New Orleans now, the hurricane is going to hit and we will not be safe here.” I never thought I would have to pack up and leave my home because of a natural disaster. As I gather the things that would fit in the small purple suitcase I was still in disbelief of what was going to take place. One by one we loaded up her red Pontiac and headed for the Texas border with my cousin following in the car behind us.