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  •  Spring break, 2012, and my parents, my three younger siblings, and I left North Carolina for a two day stay in a lakeside home at Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia.             The first day was perfectly enjoyable; however, our excursion took an unpleasant twist when we were returning home from...

  • It was Costa Rica, a vision of crowded, colorful houses and flat tin roofs caked in flaky, thick rust, and hillocks of kaleidoscopic litter cascading down the dirty streets. It was the sun, the blistering rays of hydrogen and helium particles, or perhaps it was the paint, the dewy fluid of banana...

  • My head is buried in my hands; I’m scared to even move a muscle. I’m thinking that I will never make it my life is over. My mom is rubbing my back saying, “Everything will be ok,” while my dad just stares at me. I hate flying it is the worst thing ever; we are flying to Las Vegas for my spring...

  • When I was younger, I used to think I would never get out of Santa Fe, New Mexico. Luckily, at fifteen, I traveled to Europe with two friends, my sister and our neighbor. The next summer I stayed home, once again stuck in the habits of Santa Fe, tanning, hanging out with friends, watching clouds...

    Tags: Asia
  •  I am here to welcome you to Worcester County, Maryland and some of the most unique and absolutely breathtaking destinations that any travel enthusiast could venture to.  Assateague Island, a national park overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, is a jaw-dropping beach where excursionists are invited to...

    Tags: Maryland, USA
  • The warm sand beneath my feet, the hot sun touching my skin, the sound of the waves behind me. I stop to take it all in. Its my favorite place in the world, its a place I can relax, become closer with my family, and find myself again. My family and I take a trip to Florida once a year since my...

  • “How do you see Cameroon?”, the natives would ask me. An entire countryside of peaks, hills, and divots, lathered in a patten of brilliant green and deep brown rendered words insufficient to capture the beauty of it all. We traveled through the countryside on roads made purely of dirt that turned...

    Tags: Africa
  • Mobile, Alabama. Home of sweet tea, seafood, and Southern accents. But that describes at least half of the other southern cities in the United States. To me, Mobile is more than just a run-of-the-mill southern city which people insist on underrating! Mobile is my home, and I’m going to do it...

    Tags: Alabama, USA
  • I moaned and groaned the entire night. I packed grumpily. “Mom, do I have to go this time?“ Of course, she ignored me. It looked like I had no choice in the matter. I was going to Valdosta, Georgia whether I liked it or not. Not to give the wrong idea, I love my family who resided in the small...

  • The summer after my freshman year of high school my parents, my cousin Rance and I were all headed to Salida, Colorado for vacation.  We were going to go river rafting the next day and I was worried. This was the first year we were going to raft a level five section of the Arkansas River which is...

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