This little island was filled with houses, shops, beaches and many restaurants. They loved it so much, that every year they decided to go back. When my mom grew up she carried on the tradition, and brought me. My first vacation to Florida, I was two years old, and we decided to drive. You can imagine how happy my parents were driving 19 hours with a crying baby in the backseat.
Next thing you know we are in the car driving to the airport. The entire drive there my brother and I were just talking about how excited we were to be going to Florida. To be honest, the plane was really fun besides the popping ears part!
Have you ever dreamed about visiting somewhere and you started thinking your life there? Coming to Miami was my biggest dream in my entire life because I see how beautiful it used to be when someone came anywhere from the US and how other people treated them with respects. I guess all immigrants dream about coming to the US, although not everyone wants to come to stay, but I know for sure everyone in other country would like to visit one day. I grew up in a small city with my Mom and my Sister where life was kind of hard for us because My Mom was a single Mother that trying to raise two kids at that time. I have never had a chance to know my Dad because he came to Miami couple months after my Mom got pregnant.
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 The day arrived off we go to Cancun my boyfriend,friends and I, We got to the airport early that morning went thought security then we grabbed are tickets found are gate number then took a sit while we wait for the plane
Cubans regard their cars almost as members of the family and most have been passed down through generations in the same family. Cars are workhorses but also treasured by the owners and their families. Most visitors are truly astounded; unlike people in other countries that trade in their cars every few years solely because they want a newer model, Cubans don 't have that luxury. Their cars are well maintained and cared for by necessity but also because they are an integral part of the family unit, providing income as well as transportation and convenience. You 'll find plenty of cars parked outside the Capitolio waiting to be rented to tourists for a drive or simply to take their photograph sitting in the car.
Girl Underground Music had the privilege of covering the fest over the weekend and we highlight some of our favorite performances. As the hot sun descended upon the fest, Jenny and the Mexicats started things off to open up the main stage. Accompanied by the Mexicats, consisting of a bass player, multiple guitar players and a drummer, Jenny was on the trumpet as she opened with a swaying Latin jam. Verde Mas Alla was the perfect number to dance to carelessly in the sun. The band was energetic and pronounced with every note they played.
One warm Friday afternoon two summers ago, I was invited to go on a trip to Carowinds. I always wanted to go, so this was the perfect opportunity for me. To experience something, I have wanted since I was a little girl. I remember sitting on the sofa at my boyfriend’s house in their den watching tv and his mother came in talking to us about how she wants to plan a little trip to Carowinds. To get away for the weekend and have a good time and relax.
Wait a moment, let me back the story up a little ways. It was Tuesday the tenth of March, and I was in my tiny bedroom with my eldest brother Clarence, my smallest brother Henry, my eldest, and only sister Ella Mary, and lastly me, Mabel. My throat was irritating me, and had I been sick this day. My siblings did not want to be around me incase it is a dreadful virus. So I was sleeping on the ground.
It was very difficult for my brother to sleep because the engine was fairly loud. However, since he was so tired it didn’t really affect him and he managed to take rest. My parents didn’t eat a lot of the food on the airplane because they didn’t really enjoy it (they just managed with butter and toast and coffee). After seven hours, they finally arrived at Pearson Airport and they were amazed by how beautiful the airport looked (Dhaka airport’s structure wasn’t as modernized as Pearson Airport’s structure). They booked a room at a nearby hotel and stayed there for a week.
Walking into our hotel room the lingering odor of smoke hit us, and outside we could hear our neighbor on the phone fighting with what seemed to be his wife. Only after five minutes of being there we quickly made the decision that this is not where we will be staying. We walked back through the heat looking for a different hotel, and we found one. One that looked clean and inviting. After taking long well needed naps, we all woke up and had to face the situation of how we were going to get home.