Personal Narrative: My Trip To Brazil

After exploring the hidden truths behind the culture, I have discovered this: The cultural identity of the Brazilian community is far more diverse and dynamic than what is portrayed in society and the media. One of the most important contributing aspects to a community’s culture is its history. Brazil was discovered by Pedro Álvares Cabral on April 22,1500. From that point on, the Portuguese ruled over this land, focusing greatly on its vast sugar-cane plantations.

A visit to the impressive Valley of the Moon just outside the city is a must. As you stand in this amazing desert it is hard not to believe that you have somehow been magically transported to the moon. Your first sight of marvellous Brazil could be the magnificent Iguacu Falls. It will soon be time to experience the vibrant city of Rio de Janeiro. You can do some people watching at the beaches of Copacabana and Ipanema as well as taking in the spectacular views from Sugar Loaf Mountain and the statue of Christ the Redeemer.

I was born in Bogota, Colombia on August 14th, 1998 and left only two years later in search of a better life in the United States of America. The United States is where I was raised, where all my childhood memories take place; the life I know is in this country. Although I have no memory of Colombia, I am still influenced by its culture. Furthermore, I have embraced my Colombian heritage, centering part of my identity on it.

I have never been to El Salvador, but I have tried the food a few times and every time it’s been amazing. I remember the first time I tried a pupusa. The way the cheese melted in my mouth, its one of those things I wish I can experience for the first time. Now everytime I see someone selling pupusas I HAVE to buy

“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.

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.

My Trip to Haiti It was the beginning of my junior year in high school and there had been much talk about a school trip to Port Au Prince, Haiti, Only ten students could attend this trip, applications had opened up in November and for me a trip to Haiti sounded like just a dream, I thought I was not able to afford it. The idea for the possibility to travel to a new country and be exposed to a brand new culture excited me, I made the decision to apply anyway. In December, I received news that I had been chosen as one of the first ten students from my school to go on this new service trip. I was so excited that I was even qualified, but also worried because I knew that the price was still an issue.

I grew up on a land where February is carnival month. Sunday is family day, and every day is as hot as the day before. Being the most Brazilian as someone can be, I was born surrounded the typical Brazilian stereotype and moving the U.S. at the age of 13 expanded my culture and values.

I wouldn't be the person I am today without the experiences and where I come from. It all started from where I was born. I was born in Port-Au-Prince, Haiti on January 22nd 1995. Haiti is located in the Caribbean, and there we speak two languages fluently, Creole and French. All my family from both my mother’s and my father's side we all come from Haiti. I don’t remember much from the time I was there, because I was very young. I left Haiti when I was about five years old, I went to France with my cousins and aunt and stayed there until I was about eight or nine years old. From there I went to the United States to be with my mother in New York. The majority of my life I spent it in New York with my mother. It wasn’t until August 2014 I moved

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.

I smiled gently as my feet sunk into the warm sands of the Punta Cana coast. During a short snorkeling expedition on the magnificent coral reefs, I was abruptly awoken by a loud series of bangs. Who was outside the door this time of night? As the banging got louder, my anger quickly morphed into terror. My mind began racing with the infinite possibilities awaiting me outside the safety of my bedroom. But wait, what if my parents were in trouble? In an attempt to save them from a burglar or a fire, I sprinted to the front door. To my surprise, there was no such danger: only my parents, a mysterious woman, and two policemen. After a brief encounter, my father and the woman were escorted out with a few of his belongings that he threw into a makeshift

The Punta Cana Vacation Have you ever had a vacation where your child does something horrible in public at a swimming pool? A vacation is when one or more people are gone for an extended period of time. When I was four years old me, my mother, my father, my grandpa, and my grandma went to Punta Cana to get away from the cold weather. It has been happening, ever since we left Illinois and Missouri. So, we boarded the plane and took off to Punta Cana, everyone was either taking a nap or watching a movie while the plane was moving.

Even though I was not elected to an office I ran for one of the more challenging seats. I ran for the assembly man for my city. While i did not make it I had to go into a tie breaker to decide who would represent the city of Portola in the House of Representatives. After discovering that I had lost the election I became more active in the city government and helped introduce a myriad of

Have you ever just had something that meant so much to you, that you would do anything to not loose it? If that's the case then let me continue.It was a hot, sunny day in Dominican Republic, August. As I was on my way to my Grandfather's house.I would never forget this time, I went to Dominican Republic just to visit my Grandfather, thinking it was going to be amazingly fun. But instead it got a bit emotional.There was once , five years ago, when I was in second grade. I found out I was going to Dominican Republic. One year before that when I was in first grade, I went to Dominican Republic. The next day after we were there I went to my Grandfather's house with my mom and little cousin. When we went to visit he told me to go get something from his room. When I went over to the room I heard him whispering something to my mom. When I was walking back towards the living room where my Grandfather and my mother were, I gave him the box he wanted. When I gave it to him he was searching for something. Once he finally found what he wanted, he handed me something. It was very light. When I look down I realize it was an old photo.I kind of realized who the people were I knew one of them was me. I wasn't really sure who the women was.

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.