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  • When the word vacation comes to mind, one typically thinks of an allotted time anywhere from a couple of days, to a few weeks. If the trip is successful, the travelers will often find themselves wishing to prologue their excursion just a while. This is the true story of such a wish being granted...

  • The alarm clock buzzes at six in the morning and I immediately shoot out of bed.  Despite the early start, I contentedly wake up and start packing as I review my checklist—towel, fresh ripened mangoes from the backyard, coconut water and a bathing suit.  While everyone else is still frantically...

  • I live in the vibrant and diverse bay area.  The most amazing things happen here, and a lot of them in San Francisco, or “The City.” The City is full of culture, history and diverse happenings. If you are a first time visitor in San Francisco there are some definite must sees and eats that I...

  •      This summer, 8 classmates and I traveled to the Tenderloin District in San Francisco, California to work side-by-side with the homeless population for two weeks. We challenged ourselves to fully appreciate every human being that we encountered, no matter how much dirt covered their face. ...

  • The distinctive memory is in my head like it was yesterday… tears of joy flooding my aunts’ faces while seeing their nieces and nephews for the first time. Having any sort of emotion after 24 hours of flying and layovers was on the verge of impossible, but I instantly knew after stepping off that...

    Tags: Europe
  •      Little did I know that when my mom joined online Weight Watchers how it would impact my life. On their website there was a place one could visit with other dieters about weight loss experiences. That is where she met Joyce Harris from Fairbanks, Alaska. At first it was just diet conversation...

  • I was in love, or the closest thing to being in love that I had ever been. That itself was adventure enough for me. Therefore, I tried not to think about the first six weeks of my summer, which were to be spent on yet another summer vacation. These almost always involved a road trip, and this time...

  • Someone snorted in the back of the van in their sleep. The snow danced outside from the sky as the twelve person van moved at a nauseous rate. My eye lids drooped and exhaustion’s fingers tugged at my body. I tugged back, refusing to surrender. My peers were too armed with food and other...

  • “Quoi?” my father said, “J’ai pas compris.”  Thinking he had not heard me, I repeated what I had said, in English.  Again, he said, “Quoi, j’ai pas compris.” (What?  I don’t understand.)  I repeated my English response.  Irritably, he told me the same in French again.  I realized he wanted me to...

    Tags: Europe, France
  •  The Keeper of My History My excitement was building as I saw the New York skyline grow bigger and bigger as our plane prepared to touch down at LaGuardia Airport. It is hard to fathom that many of these gleaming skyscrapers had not even been built when G.G. was born.  Who is G.G.? She is my great-...

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