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    Eight hours. Eight long, hot hours. This is how long it took my mother, me and my younger brother to drive to Lexington, Kentucky from our home in North Carolina for the oh, so exciting AAU Boys U-12 Basketball National Championship. But lucky for me, aside from Kentucky being the host to this...

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    Unbearable heat. Scorching winds. Sparse vegetation. Barren land. These words adequately describe the complexity of Midland, Texas. Midland is neither comparable to the sandy beaches in the Bahamas nor the cultural treasures of Paris. Midland is not the ideal city to spend your summer, but it is...

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    It seemed the 10 hour plane ride from Honolulu would never end. My legs cramped, my stomach rumbled and my head ached. Through the fog of exhaustion, I heard the Air Pacific announcement, “Bula Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Fiji, the Isles of Smiles!” Staggering off the plane into stifling heat...

    Tags: Pacific
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    Growing up my family had always gone on vacation and traveled central and south America. From July 2009 to January 2010, I was blessed with the opportunity to travel to Ecuador with my mother and father. Since my father is a Pastor, we decided to go on a mission trip to the town Ayacucho, in the...

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    This year I was fortunate to make the Mississippi All-State Lions Band, a band comprised of members all over the state to practice for a week and then travel and perform. This year the destination was Honolulu, Hawaii. I jumped for joy pondering the moments I knew I would enjoy, such as tanning...

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           Two summers ago I experienced a journey that will never be forgotten. I went to Turkey to view beaches, explore cities, and to create a greater understanding with society outside of America. I learned patience, hospitality, and how to relax. The minute I stepped off the plane my nostrils...

    Tags: Asia
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          The sticky ocean air muffled the low growl of the engine as our 4-Runner pulled into the beachfront parking lot. The hot Texas sun beat down on the soft, billowing sand as it floated over the weathered pavement and the foamy Gulf of Mexico beat the shore, bringing in broken shells with...

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    I stood on the first floor of the Uffizi in Florence, the birthplace of the Italian Renaissance, just a few weeks into my semester living in Italy. One specific piece of art captivated me. The nameplate alongside the painting read “Artemisia Gentileschi, Judith and Holofernes, c. 1620-1621, Oil...

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    Bare feet pound on the hardwood floor; dark silhouettes move across the warm yellows and oranges aglow from overhead chandeliers; rhythmic tones echo across the tall walls of the abandoned church from fiddles and guitars. Bodies sway, dance and spin; hearts pound, sweat drips, and my eyes lock...

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    To me there is only one indication of the real official summer, and that is when I go back to my home country Sweden for summer vacation after schools over. If you let that sink in real quick, you will notice that there are two things that indicates that the summer is coming; That I go to Sweden...

    Tags: Europe

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