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    As I'm sitting on the plane watching everyone fidget and complain, I turn to the window and my mind starts to wander.  I mean I’ve been on cruises to different countries but I’ve never actually landed on foreign land. We would be staying in this foreign country where they speak a different...

  • allo3

      The 2008/2009 school year was my fifth and final year studying the French language. As celebration (and what better celebration could I have had?), I, along with a handful of other French students and my school’s choir, traveled to Paris, France to stay for nine days. It was certainly a learning...

    Tags: Europe, France
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    Cuenca, Ecuador and I am zooming past it in the back seat of a dusty '53 pick up. With a cold jugo de mora wedged between overheated legs, I begin to think of home for the first time in 800 miles. As I blow past arbitrary shacks, fields complete with cows, pigs, and the most beautiful sunset I have...

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    After leaving my clean room at the Kogelo Retreat Villas and Homes, I walked down a red dirt road in Kisumu, Kenya, dodging goats and stepping over puddles and piles of garbage. I was on my way to visit a family who lived in the slums. Occasionally, I looked up from the road and scanned the...

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                San Francisco was a city that I had always yearned to explore, and when my family chose San Francisco for our summer vacation, I read travel books and planned an itinerary of the sites that I most wanted to see. Among the list were the usual tourist sites: the Golden Gate Bridge,...

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    Curled up in a beach chair, I hunt the myriad of specks for a streak. Flanked by two best friends, all fighting for a piece of the blanket, I search for luck in the Shenandoah sky -- a shooting star. To a flat-lander (dubbed so by mountain-folk), shooting for the stars involves a high probability...

  • a2ankrom_Lost_new

    Showing appreciation is often difficult.  Loving what one has is challenging, though craving what one does not is simple.  This becomes apparent when traveling through my life-changing experience.             Going home, I planned my strenuous speech for my parents, which was the start to my...

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     The sliding glass doors of the small airport in San Jose, Costa Rica opened and exposed me to the brilliant Sun and hundreds of people speaking a language I could hardly understand. I signed up for my youth group’s mission trip for the summer of 2008 not truly knowing what to expect. Even as we...

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    I was so excited to spend my summer abroad. My sophomore year had just ended and I had found a camp that offered both synchronized skating and German. My search brought me to Les Elfes, a camp located in the alpine city of Verbier, near Geneva. Once my aunt found out about my plans, she insisted I...

    Tags: Europe
  • sequoia

    When my parents first informed my brothers and me that our summer vacation was going to be spent at Sequoia National Park in southern California, I was disappointed. We were going to hop in the van for nine excruciating hours to see what? Trees, trees, and even more trees. Thankfully, I was wrong....

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