My Coast to Coast Experience On February 11, 2017 my family and I left for, as my dad called it, “an adventure of a lifetime.” Our plan for this so-called adventure was to end up on California on March 3, 2017, in time for my dad to make it to his three-day work convention that he attends every year. This trip really made my family and I realize that when we don’t have everyday things to worry and talk about, we don’t need to argue as much to sort things out. February 11, 2017 was the big day! We were leaving our friends, pets, and our house for an entire month. Yes, this was very exciting for us all, but also everyone was nervous about being away from school and home for such a long time when the longest we had ever been away being about one week. Finally, at …show more content…
This was a great first day to our month-long adventure. It took us an entire day of travel to what was called, Florida-Bama, one of the prettiest places we visited(absolute). This was a location that is right on the border line that divides Alabama and Florida, hence the name “Florida-Bama.” February 14, 2017 and we arrive in Florida. Here we did all kinds of things like; going to the beach, biking, and eating great food! Florida was our first warm stop that we hit on our mile-long list of places to visit. Fast forward three long days of travel later we arrive in Roswell, New Mexico. Roswell is known for its alien sighting and they have turned the town into a tourist attraction, which my family and I attended on February 19, 2017. This was probably one of the most interesting and peculiar place we had been so far on our trip. We traveled for about five days, and made some little stop on the road, we reached the Grand Canyon, on February 25, 2017. This was our most requested stop out of my brothers and sister. Connor, Casey, and Camille that is only nine years old had been awaiting this stop for the entire trip so far. This was a very vast
“Were going to Puerto Rico!” my said mom and dad said. We were all so excited and but we didn't know what or where it was, “Puerto Rico is an island off the coast of Florida.” my mom explained to us. “The island has clear water, many beaches, and we have to take a plane to get there!”. I had never been on a plane before so I was even more happy. We talked about it some more, and looked up ‘Culebra, Puerto Rico’. We were going for 10 days and we were leaving in a month. I would miss a couple days of school and so would my sister and her friend.
I never predicted this beautiful trip ending up as a nightmare in my existence. I drove for approximately 40 minutes and my partner shared the driving for an additional 40 minutes. We were driving my friend mom’s brand new Toyota Camry XLE; one of the most comfortable cars I had ever been in. We enjoyed the elongated ride with new hit music, and air conditioning set to an exact temperature that met our necessities. On the way to the beach some doubts about going there started to circle around our minds, but the fact that we were about half way there made them a...
On the 24th of November we were sent home for a week to say goodbye to family and friends before we were shipped across the ocean to die.
I could write about millions of thing to you, but I would really like to tell you all about my summer break. Don’t get me wrong it was an amazing summer in all but, I just wish I had a little more time with my dad, and a little less time with work. My dad’s been in the navy for about fifteen years, I do believe. He’s been stationed in Maine, Louisiana, Ohio, and now, The Golden State, California.
In 2012, I moved to San Francisco nervous but excited. I knew that as an immigrant in a new and strange place, I would face many obstacles, but those obstacles were no match for what my parents endured being away from me for so many years in order to work and ensure I had a better life than they did. When I moved in with my parents in San Francisco, I appreciated catching up on lost time. However, I also often found myself upset when my parents recounted their day and how hard they worked. It hurts me to see the pain and exhaustion in their eyes when they came home after working two full-time jobs. I felt compelled to lighten
During that time I went to go visit family in Reno, but For what I think it was a good experience visiting my relatives Who I’ve never even met yet. We went to go to nevada in the early morning, it was a tiring trip but we made it all the way but with a couple stops on the way, but we made there. The relatives I’ve met were my Uncles, Aunties, and couple of cousins I’ve never met But my mom were happy to meet again in such a long time we’ve never seen them.
It was the summer of 2006 in late July after my sixth grade year at Harrold Middle School. My parents surprised my brothers and me by telling us that our family, including my grandparents and aunt’s family, would be traveling to Cook Forest in Clarion, PA. We had been to the beautiful state park of Cook Forest many times before. In previous years, we experienced great weather conditions, great water conditions, and lots of family fun. Our schedule this past year would include tubing for several miles down the Clarion River each day, taking a family hike, going out to dinner at the Farmer’s Inn, and playing goofy golf.
The time was running fast and I had a couple days left to spend some time with my family and friends. At that time I realized of people I will miss, and I wouldn’t able to meet them again. Even for my parents, it was the toughest time leaving all families and friends behind and start a new life in a new place.
The night before leaving I couldn't sleep. When I woke up that morning it was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining brightly, and the clouds in the sky looked like giant marshmallows. I was so excited because this was my first time going on a vacation. I had already put my suitcases and bags in my car the night before. After I said my goodbyes to my family, I was on my way. I met with Lisa a...
Earlier this summer, my Mom decided it would be a fun idea to hike the Grand Canyon. After four hours of sitting in a plane and another four hours sitting in a car, we finally passed the “Grand Canyon National Park” sign. It was verging on dark, and the sun peeked just over the flat, desert horizon, slowly disappearing past the endless line in the sky. We quickly checked into our room in the hotel, unpacked our overstuffed suitcases, and zipped on outside to get a good view of the famous gash in the earth’s surface. As I went outside, I could feel the coolness of the air on my skin, the fresh smell of desert nature coursing through my nostrils. The wind had picked up, and was now whistling through what little trees there were, covering the chirping chorus of crickets and other insects hiding for the night. Suddenly, my hat blew off my head, and I hastily sprinted to recover it.
It had been raining all of yesterday, and there was still an occasional drizzle now and then. The world looked rather two-dimensional, strange and different. During the car ride, I listened to my music the entire time, the one thing that keeps me from car sickness, and looked out the window. I had never seen anything like it before. Flat land, as far as the eye could see. No houses, fields, or anything but short grass. Combined with the flat gray quality of the sky, the view was rather surreal, a little bit like being on the moon. Sometime after 5 pm, we crossed the Illinois-Wisconsin state line, which was a special moment for me, my first time being over the state border in a little under ten years. The scenery got a little strange again, because we had just got out of the extremely urban area of Wisconsin, because that is our “down south.” But we were now in Illinois’ “up north” area, which consisted of acres of pine forests, dotted with an abundance of biker bars and boat rental
Beginning of summer 2013, my family; which includes my mother, aunt, little brother, and myself, decided to take a trip to Texas. During our little vacation we went to Dallas and met the people off of Gas Monkey Garage, the TV show,and got pictures with them as well, they all smelled fantastic, like fancy cologne. Also we stopped at a mall in Dallas where they have a ice skating rink! I’m pretty sure we need malls with ice skating rinks in Utah! Anyways we ended up leaving with 6 pairs of flip flops from a little shop that reminded me of Hawaii. We went to Galveston Texas and rode a four person bicycle on the street next to the ocean, also in Galveston I learned how to catch little crabs with a net and a piece of bacon, we went to an amusement park on a pier; not just for rainbow flavored dippin’ dots, but also for the insane roller coasters that go over the ocean. While in Texas I learned many
It’s September of 2009, the semi-truck is sitting outside with all of our belongings in it, like an airplane waiting to take us away. Today is gloomy and raining as usual, but I know I’m going to miss it. The sun has started going down; we all get into the vehicles we’re designated. Me, my Dad, and Jade our Boxer into the truck, Mom Jaycee and the other animals into the car, and my Aunt Tina and Grandma into their suburban. It’s bitter sweet, I am so excited to go to a new city, new state, new everything, but I’m leaving behind everyone I grew up with. My closest friends who thought I was funny, not weird. Who I consider my brother, Daniel, and my mom’s side of the family all left behind. We begin driving, the truck brakes releasing
This journey taught me so much that I wouldn’t have ever imagined. I grew from this experience mentally and I saw my parents becoming closer and regaining that bond they held with one another. This event taught me to be more appreciative with all the little things I have and made me realize that life isn’t going to go the way you want it to; you have to fight for the path to lead you in the right direction. I was brought closer to both my parents and my brothers. This event started new beginnings for this family, a new start to get things right because when I found out I would be moving to San Diego, I never would have realized the struggles I went through; especially when I was a silent voice in the decision.
My father parked the car, we all bundled up, and then we climbed out of the car. There was a lovely gift shop next to the congratulator Pike’s Peak sign. My family and I separated as we searched for souvenirs. After finding a shirt, keychain, or pocket knife we started off on a scavenger hunt to piece together the family. My mother was located in the bathroom, she had an overactive bladder and this trip, thankfully, was not too long for her. My sister was examining the gemstones found in the nearby mines. It took a decent amount of time before we found my brother and my father. However, when we found them it made sense why it took so long. The elevation was not being friendly with my brother and stole the majority of his oxygen. We hurriedly purchased the overpriced souvenirs and decided to head back down. Exiting the building we caught glimpse of the breathless view. My mother noticed that it was in alignment with the Pike’s Peak sign and decided that we should huddle together quickly for a photo. We had a stranger take the picture and we headed down the mountain. After careful review, we decided that it was the best photo that we have ever taken together; I still hold pride in it.