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  • When asked about my time in Mexico, my first response is, “Where do I start?” Mexico was a time of bold adventures and golden memories. My trip to the Yucatan was not a pleasure cruise, but a class mission’s trip with my junior classmates. While there, my eyes were opened to a different kind of...

  •  The day of July 6, 2011 brought forth feelings of anticipation and enthusiasm among me and the rest of my family. The countdown till our vacation had finally hit zero and it was time to put our copious months of planning into action. Soon we were 755 miles away from our minute hometown of...

  • The road north curves and winds through the valleys of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains just as the summer breeze cuts through the New Mexico maple and pine trees that line the luscious terrain.  This hidden highway is quickly transformed into desolate plains as it reaches the Oklahoma panhandle.  ...

  • Growing up in downtown Grand Rapids I thought I was used to heavy traffic and lots of people. My first family vacation was a real eye opener for me. Waking up at 3:30 in the morning to catch a flight out of Chicago, me and my family were off to San Fransisco. I had no idea what to expect once we...

  • I am not fond of traveling a lot. My parents never had the opportunity to take me out of town for fun. I have never been to Disneyland,  Knots berry Farm, Magic Mountain, Universal Studios, Golden Gate Bridge, or the beach. Everything changed when I turned 16. My older brother had the chance to...

  • I was born in the small town of San Miguel, Jalisco in Mexico, and moved to the United States when I was six. As a kid I never knew there was any place better than the small town I lived in. When I moved to the United States it showed me that the world was a bigger place than I had ever thought,...

  • As I sat in my room, anticipating the adventurous days ahead of me, I carefully crafted a checklist of items needed for the impending journey. Underwear? Check. Toothbrush? Check. Tickets? Check. Now fast-forward several months. Once again I sat and scribbled, the scene the same, my home, though...

  • I arrived to Mexico City in a sunny Thursday. It had been seven years since I’d set a foot over the place where I was born. When I got off the plane I heard people talking in that strange accent that I haven’t heard for years and grew unaccustomed to. I was born there and was a little bit fond of...

    Tags: Caribbean
  • Every kid dreams of visiting an exciting and exotic, yet foreign, place in their childhood. They want it to be a vacation spot with no rules, no parents, and definitely no school. When it’s time to return home, they complain and say that they want to go back. Whether the children visit Florida,...

  • I was silent as we trudged up the cobblestone street. The houses we passed were white, pink and yellow, the walls bright against the dusk of late afternoon. From behind the screened windows I could hear the incessant Spanish banter, vibrant and warm in the fading day.   The wet breeze carried an...

    Tags: Caribbean

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