Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Dominican Republic

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I desperately attempted to free myself from the relentless grasp of boredom. I looked out the window, but like the thousand times before, I saw nothing but farmland hugging the earth for miles. I was visiting my dad's home country, the Dominican Republic, for the first time in my life. The night before I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes the thoughts of all the enjoyable activities I would be doing flooded my mind. I couldn’t wait to go out to sea on my Uncle's small fishing boat, swimming in the crystal clear waters surrounding Punta Cana, and kayaking to a small nearby island with my parents. But first, I would have to experience a 3 hour long drive to go to the quinceanera of a cousin that I had never even met. The long journey …show more content…

Dozens of people, all of which I couldn't recognize, came up to me in swarms, emphatically exclaiming how great it was to meet me. After the excitement died down everybody went to the back yard to dance, but I just shied away. An hour passed, and I did nothing but swipe the sweat away from my forehead every few minutes, and slap at the mosquitoes that were attempting to feast on me. Time slowly went by, and I was beginning to regret coming, but then a familiar bachata song that I loved came on. I remember my dad playing it in our living room for as long as I could remember. That was the spark that started it all, it caused me to relax and enjoy the moment. I got the confidence to stand up and sway to the rhythm of the the music, and to dance with all of my extended family. Music was the bridge that brought us together. Even after the song ended, my night of discovery did not. Knowing that we had things in common broke the tension, and I could be myself. We had conversations for hours that opened my eyes. I heard stories about my dad's childhood, and about daily life in the Dominican Republic. It helped open my eyes to a part of my roots that I knew very little

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