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  • It’s a feeling I can’t explain, I don’t think anyone can actually, it’s a feeling that cannot be put into words but once one experiences it, it will never be forgotten. That’s what backpacking is, it’s a chance to be free, nothing stopping you from being exactly who you want to be, it’s the feeling...

  • Hi, I am Diana. For my trip this year, I went to babysit my four month old niece, Claire, and her parents, Nick and Oana, in Houston. In this trip, I remembered who I was and what I was capable of. Whenever I first arrived in Houston, I was ecstatic to see Claire for the very first time! She was...

  • When someone mentions Alaska, everyone else invariably thinks of the movie “Into the Wild,” or of barren, snow-covered plains covered by darkness for half of the year. But in Sitka, AK, the small island town where I attended Sitka Fine Arts Camp, there are no wind-swept ice sheets or thirty days of...

  • Seeing the palm trees as I step out of the airport makes it finally hit home.  I am finally in glorious Florida! The trip we have been planning for eight months is finally happening. We are on our way to the All-Star Music Resort where we will be staying. The first stop on our exciting trip is...

  •    The colorful houses were like a messy box of paints, the sky like watercolors on a soggy canvas, the streets like crumpled paper, with anti-geometric cobblestones. San Miguel was an art studio. Under the threatening clouds, we journeyed toward our home for the week, Antonette’s Hotel/Spa. The...

    Tags: Caribbean
  •      Traveling is quite a magical endeavor. No matter where in the world one journeys, it always seems as if the enchanting nature of one's experiences are shared by all who embark on personal adventures to far off places. Throughout the last eighteen years, I have enjoyed the privilege of...

  • So I'm walking down the streets of Paris. Specifically the Jewish quarter. There is a sticky feeling on my back from dew drops of sweat, my legs are like molten metal, and my hair hangs in a black sheet down my neck, unrelentingly hot. My brand new tennis shoes are tracing the cobblestone side...

    Tags: Europe
  • The picture I have chosen to write about is the sight of Sabrika Hill in Spain. My family and I traveled to Spain and actually lived there for about two years. I chose this particular picture because it shows the true beauty and natural peace that Spain offers. We visited this sight one weekend...

  • With a jolt, my family and I were awoken by the piercing horn of the ferry, signifying our entrance into Norway. To my mother, this was a melancholy reminder of the life she had left behind to raise her family in America. My sister, father and I anxiously looked over the crisp waters of the North...

    Tags: Europe, Vacations
  • I sat ominously in a place way across the waters from my luminous Florida home. I sulked around in a house, that was always cold at night, and the weather conditions outside the doors were always murky and depressing.  The sun was also miserable, it would slink off at 3:00 in the afternoon, letting...

    Tags: Europe

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