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  • Walking through the sand, barefooted, with the sand grains beneath my toes I followed the anxious group of teenagers. My family and I had taken a Disney Cruise to the Bahamas and to the Disney private Island. My sister and I were part of the Teenage Outdoors Group while on Disney’s Island. My...

    Tags: Caribbean
  •         Last summer, I traveled on my own for the first time. I know everyone tells you to pick the aisle seat when you're traveling alone so you can get to the bathroom easily, but not me. I'm more of a window person. I like looking out the window and seeing the clouds. It gives me a sense of...

    Tags: Asia
  • When I was thirteen my parents told me we were moving to Ghana, West Africa for a year. That’s not the kind of new that most thirteen year olds expect to get, but sure enough, two months later, on July 28th  2006, I found myself in the middle of nowhere, hot, sweaty, confused, oh and it was my...

    Tags: Africa
  • My trip involved a group tour of Greece, Italy and France.  It started at 13 Coins, a restaurant across from the Seattle airport. They serve my favorite dinner –chicken parmesan.  As it was about 3 in the morning and I had to get used to a 10-hour time difference, we called it dinner.   At the...

  •  My vacation to Positano, Italy, was more than merely a good time. On the rocky shore of the Mediterranean’s turquoise blue water, I learned whom my family was, and in turn, who I was. This shore had sheltered the hopes of my Nonna, whom as a thirteen-year- old girl, looked out her window to the...

    Tags: Europe, Italy
  • A simple trip to Colorado turned into a trip that will never be forgotten. At first, I thought Colorado was going to be boring because my sister had been there and said it wasn't all that great, yet when I arrived in Colorado, it was like a fantasy world to me. It was wonderous and full of...

  • I spent the beginning of my sixteenth summer settling into routine of living off cereal and watching reruns all day. However, I had a rude awakening when my youth pastor convinced my parents that I should go to Honduras and do something useful with my summer. Because I was irritated with my parents...

  • The summer of 2008 was when I went to Trinidad and Tobag. I was schedueled to stay with my Aunt Jerro in Bucco for three weeks along with my grandmother. The heat there was not necessarily hotter than in the U.S., it was just a different type of heat. The first night I broke into a heat rash all...

  • It was a twenty-hour trip by car, if we were lucky. For reasons my father never quite bothered to explain in depth, traveling by airplane was not an option. Afraid of heights? Afraid of an untimely death via crashing to the ground in a fiery explosion? These were possibilities.   I never asked; I...

  •   When we first arrived, it was pitch black outside, except for the headlights on our van. No one got the full effect of how this would be for four days until the next morning. The cold startled each one of us as we stepped out of our tents and into the frozen vans. Our selfish thoughts of how we...

    Tags: Caribbean

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