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  •  Upon seeing the bright orange Puerto Rican sun rise slowly over the Cordillera Central, my body and mind become almost instantly revitalized. The warm breath of fresh air, the sweet smell of lemons and espresso with steamed milk, and the distant sound of a mariachi performing for the bustling...

  • I stared at it. What stood before me was utterly unexpected and made me reconsider the sanity of the human race. I had always known some of the Israelis were a little out of touch with the rest of the world, but this undoubtedly verified my theory.           Four meters tall. The tallest on the...

  • Delhi at Noon; peak of its traffic. The bourgeois, prosperous and poor all traveled on the streets, the lunch rush hour. Each breath taken was full of exhaust and the thickness of the air clogged throats at 115 degrees, typical day in Delhi. Being fortunate I could access all the luxuries of the...

    Tags: Asia, Heritage, India
  • As my sophomore year came to an end, I was granted the chance of a lifetime to travel across the country and continue advancing my studies in art. I had acquired this wonderful privilege from my art teachers at the Boston Arts Academy, who every year, as a incentive and reward, grant two rising...

  • We had finally arrived at the Ellis Island Immigration Museum. Only minutes after entering the museum, I spotted my strong, impenetrable father next to a stone plaque with his head buried in his hands, tears rolling down his face. The trip to the Ellis Island Immigration Museum was one that...

  • Several girls shrieked as the plane dipped to the right. I sucked in my breath with amazement as my classmates and I flew over the tropical island of Tioman, where we would be spending an entire week as a part of a team-building exercise. Who would have thought a forgotten island off the east coast...

    Tags: Pacific
  • I feel dizzy as I step off the airplane. The sun blinds me as I try to find my footing. After eight hours on a plane, I am displeased to find my shoe covered in mud instead of resting on concrete. It is at this point that I realize that I am truly in Lima, Peru, instead of Atlanta, Georgia. The...

  • Las Vegas, the city of sin. What on earth could such a city offer to a seventeen year old daughter, a fifteen year old daughter, and a couple of overprotective parents? Chaos, pure, unwanted, chaos. The sole purpose of our travels to Vegas was to attend my father’s graduation from a course he...

  • My sister and I made our way to the nearest underground station, walking swiftly past the plethora of shops lining Oxford Street as light, but steady rain fell. Taking the Jubilee Line from Bond Street, we deftly maneuvered the crowds of people streaming through the turnstile onto their...

  • In 2006 I was turning fifteen and entering my freshman year of high school. It would be the beginning of a new chapter in my life, but I had another calling-a stronger one. Instead of idly waiting away my summer days I chose to go to Douala, Cameroon, Africa, on a three month long missions trip,...

    Tags: Africa

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