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Personal Narrative: My Trip To San Salvador

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We had landed in San Salvador, but our resort we were staying at was in Chalchuapa, two hours away. The whole bus ride there it was quite, people were either sleeping or off in their own world. I can never usually fall asleep on bus rides so i just stuck in my headphones and listened to music and thought. It was nice to smell the air there again. It wasn’t always the freshest because bigger cities, like San Salvador, or cows, but out there you can see the stars, smell the fresh air, and feel the wind. The bus didn’t have air conditioning so they just kept the windows down always. Although, two hours later my trance was cut short because i saw the familiar sight of our resort.
Our bus pulled into the small parking area of the resort and we

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