I couldn’t help but to feel anxious and excited. It was my first time being in a big city and I couldn’t wait to explore it. The time was near the end of July, this is when my dad usually enjoys going on our summer vacations, primarily outside of our state to somewhere else new and exciting. That summer my dad decided to take a week long road trip and visit, Wisconsin dells, Chicago, St. Louis, and Madison. When I had heard him say Chicago I had already imagined the tall buildings surrounding me, and taking a walk near Lake Michigan on the Navy Pier. Overall, I had felt joyful about the trip. He wanted to show my sisters and I all the things he did in Chicago when he was my age. To tell the truth, I was more excited to visit Chicago a little …show more content…
After about an hour of research on Chicago, we had our plan of what to do for our time in Chicago. That night, I found very difficult to fall asleep, although I wasn’t surprised I usually didn’t go to sleep right away before a vacation, I’m usually to excited. Morning soon came and my dad, my younger sister Niomi, my sister Nina, and I were all ready to leave and finally get on the road to Chicago. Not to mention, it would take about six hours to arrive there. Finally, after a long car ride, we had arrived in Chicago. As we drove to our hotel, I could view the numerous buildings all scattered around in the distance. The city was much more different and large compared to my little city in Minnesota. My eyes soon stopped on the tallest tower surrounding the others. “That’s the Sears Tower, right there,” My dad said, pointing off into the …show more content…
On the drive there, we went through the city and I could then watch all the buildings go past me as we were driving. Each and every building seemed to engulf all the roads. We soon arrived to the Navy Pier, the view was so beautiful and I could look at the city right next me. Lake Michigan with it’s bright blue water was surrounding the pier, making the area look so bright. As we were walking, we were able to go on a boat to tour the border of the city and parts of Lake Michigan. While on the boat I got to see the skyline of Chicago. When we were done walking the Navy Pier, our next stop was the Sears tower, the part of the day I was waiting for. When we had parked and exited out of parking ramp, we didn’t know where to go. We crossed the street and entered the Sears tower and a man dressed in a classy looking suit greeted
We began with the typical touristy attractions; the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Soho, Central Park, and shopping. We had been planning this trip for months and had poured over every detail. From the time the plane landed, we were living by a minute-to-minute schedule. This was a well organized trip and The Great White Way was not on the agenda. Or so we thought.
When we got out there we were all very impressed by the appearance of the city. This was obviously a tourist town. When we found the hotel we were impressed by the huge glass windows and cedar siding. It looked more like the Hilton than a Best Western. We checked in and were shown to our rooms. After bringing in all of our things, we went straight to bed knowing that we had a huge day ahead of us, not knowing how huge it was really going to be.
Driving to a new place, I embraced the surrounding that I was witnessing for the first one. When I got out of the car the gravel crunched under my feet. My family and I walk up a long, skinny board walk approaching the front entrance. As I looked out the front windows all I could see was the beautiful view of Lake Travis. Walking out I saw rows of tables that had umbrellas on top. There was multiple different levels that you could sit at all looking out at the same mesmerizing view. Looking out over the lake I felt a sense of home.
“I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way East, and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. “Do they miss me?” she cried ecstatically. “The
When I was in the seventh grade, our class went on a field trip to Cherokee, North Carolina. The trip lasted four days and three nights, but the adventure would last a lifetime. The experience allowed me to learn many things about myself and to reflect on the beauty that was all around me. We departed at six-thirty in the morning, and I was so excited. I had never been away on a school trip for longer than a few hours. I tossed my purple duffel bag into the storage compartment, found my seat by the window, and prepared for what I knew would surely be an unforgettable adventure.
’Chicago seemed an unreal city whose mythical house of slabs of black coal wreathed in palls of gray smoke. Chicago was very different then what he thought when Richard got there he found out it was not what he thought. But he meet some good people along the way but really didn’t know where they were being nice to him because he never knew what that was and still don’t know what it’s like to be loved or being
It was the middle of the night when my mother got a phone call. The car ride was silent, my father had a blank stare and my mother was silently crying. I had no idea where we were headed but I knew this empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. Walking through the long bright hallways, passing through an endless amount of doors, we had finally arrived. As we
My morning commute wasn’t long at all; 10 or 15 minutes of walking did me good. As I walked down the street, I looked around me, taking everything in. “Ah, New York. What a beautiful city,” I said. I took a deep and refreshing breath.
We went back to our room after we finished at Epcot. It had gotten up to ninety degrees outside, and we were exhausted. It was a thrilling experience to see all my favorite places again in Epcot. I can’t wait to come back and relive this experience again. This place is something I will never forget.
Like any Monday morning at Manhattan Hunter Science, I was sitting in Mr. Gershon’s classroom. My best friend on my left and a bright smart board staring back at me. Earlier that day, I woke around seven in the morning and about 7:35 I caught the train from E72nd street. I got off and took the M66 bus going crosstown I stopped like I always do on the corner of West 66 and Amsterdam to buy a bagel from Ahmed. I swiped my ID, walked up to the fifth floor, and immediately saw my friends. Days like that now seem like a figment of my imagination, but that was once my life.
It was three O’clock and school gets out at three O’two. I was so excited, when the bell rang I was as fast a cheetah getting out of there. Hearing the horns of traffic and the smell of a downtown, smokey Chicago. The only bad part is me having to walk/run home in some of the scariest, darkest, and some of the most dangerous streets in Chicago. Most streets have a gang associated with them. The ninth street has Cinco’s on them, one of the smelliest streets in Chicago. The twelfth street has the Lamonsta gang, some of the strangest people. I live on fifteenth street but I always see lights flashing on sixteenth and I have heard stories that if people go down it they don’t come back.
It was eleven p.m. when my bus left for Chicago. As we drove along the interstate I positioned my headphones onto my head. I started the playlist that I had created especially for the trip. Trying to pass time, I rested my head against the window and watched the stars streak across the night sky. I soon drifted off to sleep and dreamt of the things that I would be doing in Chicago. After several hours of sleeping awkwardly in my seat I was awakened by the bus’
Birds chirping. City lights burning. Car horns blaring. Sun shining. The beautiful city of Chicago. The city that seems to be ever-changing. Always breathtaking, never insignificant. In the day, the sun shines above the tall ivory towers and reflecting off the glistening windows. It gives warmth to those traveling in between and brightens one’s day. In the night, as the day turns dark, the city becomes bright as one by one, the light pierces the night sky. The wind gives a subtle breeze that carries voices that could be heard from high above.
Without a doubt, Times Square in New York City is a unique experience, but the image created by TV and movies does not show the gloominess that accompanies the euphoria of being in the Big Apple. The atmosphere is so exhilarating and exciting, you don’t even know what to do for a few minutes, but it is tinged with the bitter reality that sadness and melancholy also trail closely behind the positive. With most, if not all, of your senses being stimulated – sometimes all at once – Times Square creates a memory that will surely be cherished, and haunt you for the rest of your life.
There is nothing quite like traveling, going someplace new and finding out more about the world and yourself. Anyone can become a traveler it just takes a little bit of faith and courage. Traveling across the world or even across the country is a learning experience. When you are a traveler you see how people live and how different cultures work. It is the best educational experience you could give yourself. You see how the world works in a way no one can teach you. Seeing different cultures and people help build the person you want to be. If you are a traveler the world influences you, because when traveling, you see the good and the bad, and you learn from the right and the wrong. I am very lucky that I am able to be a traveler and see this