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  • The UHAUL was full to bursting, the bus was loaded with snacks and pillows, parents were standing around in pajamas and coke bottle glasses, and the students (that's us) were gathered around our teacher to make sure we weren't forgetting anything. It was five thirty in the morning one week into the...

  • Going on vacation to another country is an exciting adventure, even more so when it where your heritage comes from. During the winter of 2009 my mother felt that I needed to explore my background more. She took me to her hometown of Chapultepec. This is a very small village that is part of the town...

  •      I have traded nationalities.  For one week, I tried in vain to become European.      I wandered the plazas of Rome, the alleys of Florence, the canals of Venice, the streets of Milan searching for my inner Italian. I shunned such dastardly American tourist pitfalls of fanny packs, white...

    Tags: Europe
  • I had always been one to fade into the background. From attending my middle school to being an ensemble member of youth theatre productions to participating in my Girl Scout troop, I was the girl one had to look for in order to notice. Therefore, my group of friends consisted of girls who I...

  • This past July, my family and I took a white water rafting vacation in West Virginia. We arrived on a Thursday afternoon, when the sun was casting down its hottest rays. Our cabin was upgraded for that first night. The enhanced cabin included a hot tub and its own shower. That night, we were...

  • /*-->*/ “There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard...” Jack Johnson eased me from my slumber as I looked around the room, a bit confused as to why I was currently awake at six o'clock in the morning by my alarm. It took a few seconds for it hit me -Today was the big...

  • Jamaica's soft sand and crystal clear water are the things most people look forward to when visiting the beautiful island, but not me. My family vacation to Jamaica was one I will never forget. We spent our time in the hills of the island, where the people of Jamaica really live. We didn't stay in...

    Tags: Caribbean
  •                 It was a beautiful summer morning. I was half asleep with my eyes wilted beneath my glasses. My mom kept nudging me along to get my luggage into the car. We were on our way to Washington D.C., the capitol of our glorious country. Although I looked like a zombie on the outside (I’m...

  • What I recall most about eating my first real French crepe was how delicious it was. The jam’s flavor doesn’t stand out to me as much as how the crepe melted in my mouth. It was pancakes to the extreme and the sweet jam sent shivers down my spin. Now, that I think of it, it was strawberry jam....

  • Our destination still a good three hours away, but our stomachs growling in protest of continuing on our already five-hour odyssey, my mom and I agreed that we needed to stop for food.  Mom deftly maneuvered through the I-75 traffic onto the exit ramp emblazoned with a tattered brown sign that...

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