I don’t travel far. My vacation destinations are usually just a few gallons of gas away ranging from a two to six hour drive. It came to my surprise, then, when I found out my family’s yearly trip was to
My story begins with a tour. After a day of cruise ship “sailing”, my family signs up for the most exhilarating activity offered from Carnival. Kayaking down rivers? No. An exciting, three-hour bus tour around
After strolling through a small Californian mission at the first stop, our morning tour brings us to a small Mexican flea market. Each vendor holds a plethora of trinkets, but the merchandise all appear fake for one reason or another. Diamonds should reflect. Superman doesn’t wear a mask. Nothing here seems authentic. I wouldn’t be surprised if one salesman is just a gigantic blow-up doll. Still, these vendors insist on the incredible value of their products. I am confused as to why they would lie blatantly to our faces, but I realize that this is what they do for a living, this is how they survive.
Back on the bus, our guide prepares us for the next site. He tells our tour group “We are now coming up to downtown
We mosey on and Mr. Tour Guide (I forget his name) throws us some facts about
Back on the ship, I ponder about my experience. I live quite a pampered life compared to countless parts of the world. Thus, I decide to be much more appreciative of my material possession in the future. I close my thoughts with a better grasp on life, and then dig into my delicious plate of shrimp and lobster.
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