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  • The white fairyland caught my gaze. I loved the boundless hills that swept over the pure countryside and the charming houses that were encased in a white frost. The majestic cathedrals, adorned with marvelous, angelic paintings and jeweled relics took my breath away. So captivated was I by the...

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  • From the moment I know the trip has been planned, my mind anticipates the relaxation, and when I see the low, aquamarine median wall out of the car window on U.S. 1, I know I’m close. Salt water creeks emerge on either side of the road, and soon after, the bay is visible. Driving through Key Largo...

  • Traveling is my favorite thing in the world, and my favorite place in the world is Kenai, Alaska. It's breathtakingly gorgeous, and seems to become a world of its own. The town breaths with life, swaying and changing with the ever present cool mountain breeze. The greenery exudes the fresh scent of...

  • Every year since I was a young child, my family has always taken a weeklong vacation to Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida. This is a magical place where everyone can use their imagination in the land of make believe. Disney is a child’s dream and a parent’s playhouse. Every time we go, I feel...

  • After the continuous 15-hour drive of driving across the destined states with my family we were finally eligible of having our toes sink into the balmy conditioned ocean water from Orlando, Florida. It dances graciously with the sun's vibrant reflexes while it sweeps me with its sweet scented,...

  • Tick, tock, tick, tock. As Amal Ahmed Albaz made her way across the stage, she uttered these simple yet frightening words. Words that warned me of my fleeting youth. The room was pitch black, black as coal, - except for the ray of light, exuded from the passion within Amal. As she began her...

  • I’m basically crawling up Giotto’s campanile. Just when I am about to die, I come to a little slit in the wall. I stand there for a while enjoying the cool drizzle of rain and looking down at the glorious dull gold-brown and yellow buildings, inhaling the scent of tobacco, city, and sweet, sweet...

  • v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} Normal 0 MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }    /*-->*/ The world of a child seems to be extremely small. Life is composed...

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  • "Thank you,” I said to the bus driver as I stepped out of the bus. He was my regular driver whom I saw everyday. I walked home down the same path I walked everyday. I wondered when I would actually be free. Free from this routine. I saw the bus everyday, making its usual stops, picking up the...

  • “Hogar San Francisco? Isn’t that orphanage for the deaf?” I asked anxiously as I stared at my volunteer assignment. “Um… I think so,” the woman next to me responded. “But I thought I was going to practice my Spanish with the kids,” I said frantically. “I mean, how am I supposed to communicate with...

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