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  • HONK! HONK! HOOOOONK! “Don’t you see the stop light is red?!? That means don’t walk!!! Stupid people…” The taxi driver screeched at the seemingly unfazed pedestrians.  The mobs of foot trekkers continued to swarm around and among the passing taxis, ignoring the blaring horn and angry shouts. The...

  •      My family was about to leave Vietnam in one month.  After visiting all of the relatives, we decided to have a trip to a wonderful place. My aunt suggested going to Dam Sen Park (3 Hoa Binh St., Saigon District 11, Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.). Then at about 3:00 PM, we together drove to the...

    Tags: Asia
  • My time in Vietnam has been mostly influenced by my work with my classmate Ramzi & Cole in a service learning project for a rural handicraft village.It is a typically chaotic Monday afternoon: Cole’s computer has been stolen, there is so much traffic on the streets of Hanoi that the motorcycles...

    Tags: Asia
  • When I took my People to People trip to Australia last summer, I didn't know all about where I was going or what I was headed for. By the time I came home, I didn't think anything could ever compare. I was nominated for the trip in February, four months before we would leave. That meant lots...

  • Ogunquit, Maine has been one of my family’s favorite vacation spots for as long as I can remember. My mom, my brother, and I usually spend a week at the Meadowmere, a spa hotel within equal walking distance of a glorious white sandy beach and a picturesque working fishing and lobstering harbor....

  • My ears perked up at hearing a shrill sound.  I glanced up to see a red-faced security guard blowing a whistle and waving his arms wildly in my direction, yelling in rapid Spanish.  I got the feeling that I should probably not be inching closer to take pictures of the llamas and alpacas that were...

    Tags: Caribbean
  •      As a child I remember taking trips to Mackinaw Island and biking along the sapphire waves. Traverse City was an oasis of wilderness views and sunsets by the lake. And then, there was Detroit.      As rays panned my window pane, my dad sped across the interstate to our hotel. The sky line didn'...

  •   As I hung out the side window of our bus, a small girl brushed my arm and then whipped around to face her mother. “It doesn’t come off!” she exclaimed in astonishment. She spun back and proceeded to rub the “white powder” off my arm with renewed fervor. This incident was not an uncommon one as I...

    Tags: Africa
  • The summer of 2008 was not spent as a typical teen spends their summer.  Mine was full of logistics, travel arrangements, driving, and a lot of headaches.  My father is the youth leader for my United Methodist youth group.  In the past years, we have traveled to Tennessee participating in Group...

  • Would it be worth the ten dollar hours spent scraping gum off the burning sun-baked Californian pavement? A wiped out bank account was evidence enough for the sorry tale, the result of a spontaneous decision to fly to a foreign land. Speeding in a plane above dark waters, these doubts wove their...

    Tags: Pacific

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