Going to the beach
As I pranced towards the exotic beach with my family, I couldn’t help noticing the stunning, transparent, aqua-coloured water reaching the horizon. I laid my towel on the soft, fluffy sand and was stroked by a cool breeze to conveniently cool down. As I was dozing off to the peaceful sounds of the birds and waves, a smiley woman gleefully greeted me, kindly offering cold beverages. The sun was shining brightly as it warmed up the sand and everything around. I decided to stroll into the fresh ocean and dived in willingly. The soft sand on the ocean floor felt smooth underneath my feet, and as I dove into the soft, delicate waves, I could see the stunning coral and fish underneath. After a lovely, serene swim in the cool, clear sea, I strolled back to my towel to dry off before heading back home after a superb trip to the beach.
I couldn’t help noticing the dull, dishwater resembling ocean as I was dragged to the morbid beach with relatives. After fighting against the wind, I managed to lie a towel down on the boiling hot, sticky grains of sand, only to be hit by a strong, freezing gust of wind. I decided to try and sleep, as there was simply nothing more interesting to do, but found myself enduring the pestering noise squawks coming from loud birds. An obnoxious woman baring her crooked teeth, harassing me to purchase one of her unpleasant drinks, disturbed me greatly. The sun became excruciatingly scorching, that it was completely unbearable to even touch the sand. I forced myself into the water in attempt to cool off from the boiling atmosphere around. After standing on the grainy, rough ocean floor, I got pushed off my feet by one of the several enormous, harsh waves, dragging me under the surface to the point where I was face to face with pointy rocks and slimy sea creatures. After being pushed and thrown around by the vicious waves, I ran back to my towel on the blistering sand, in order to pack up my things and leave before being burnt and shrivelled up alive.
It was a sunny Monday morning, the birds were singing and the sun was shining bright. I woke up early, and smiled, I was finally going to see my friends again and tell them all of what summer was like. 2 months was way too long away from them, I miss all the times we had together and our jokes. I jumped out of bed, joyful, I needed to get ready soon, wouldn't want to be late for the first day of class! I run to the shower and get ready as fast as I can. Then, I head to the living room where breakfast is waiting for me. I eat fast, every single bite becomes sweeter, every minute that goes by is less time I have away from them. I'm finally ready! My books are all organized and I'm waiting for the elevator. Why is it taking so long? I'm smiling when I get to the car, every thing seems happier today! Everyone is smiling too, the world is working in my favor! I had to then wait for the 20 minute car ride to school. Could it take any longer? Each minute that goes by I'm more anxious. I've been waiting for this moment for so long, now! The car parks and I go dashing through the front gate, I smile to everyone and say my hellos. When I get to the hall, I couldn't be happier, some of my friends are already gathered there, talking. I run to meet them and we all hug! It was amazing! I tell them all that happened during my summer break and they tell me about their, I couldn't be happier. This year had started as best as possible and together with my friends I was sure it would be wonderful.
It was a sunny Monday morning, too sunny if you ask me, the sun was blinding and the birds were squeaking, forcing me to wake up. The dreadful day had come, the first day of classes! Summer had gone by so fast, too fast, in fact. All the sunny mornings, with just enough sun light to go out to the beach, and this bright light coming through the window, trying to blind me. The day was too hot for anything but a beach day and I was awakened by a blinding, hot light right at my face and squeaking birds. After a wonderful vacation, waking up for the first day of school couldn't be worse. I drag myself to the bathroom and when I'm done I head to living room. Breakfast's waiting for me and I notice that there is nothing I like to eat. I slump in my chair and grab a piece of bread, that tastes a thousand times more bitter after every bite. I can't stand the thought that I'm one bite closer to going to that dreadful place. It's a torture to remember the yelling and screaming in the too-small-to-fit-everyone halls of school. Why do I have to go there again? There is nothing fun about it! I get out of my chair and stomp to the elevator frustrated. Why is going so fast? I don't want to get in that car, but I don't really have an option. Reluctantly, I crawl into the car and wait for my 20-minute car ride to last as long as possible. Can this please just last longer before I get to school? Cant we be stuck in traffic? What is there is a car crash and the roads are blocked? No luck! I get to school just on time and make my feet take me to my first period class. The halls are as loud as ever and there is barely space to way to get through. As I walk into the class, everyone of my classmates have a dead look on their face. I slam the door behind me. Can I really stand this for one more year?
I couldn’t be more excited. My family and I were leaving chaotic Brazil to go back to peaceful Michigan for Christmas. The anticipation of seeing my friends and family that I hadn’t seen in six months overwhelmed me so much that I squirmed in my seat. I skipped off the plane and the wintery air felt greatly refreshing after living in hot and humid Brazil. My family was waiting anxiously at baggage claim to see us, and as soon as we saw them, we sprinted over and wrapped ourselves in giant bear hugs. The road was surprisingly peaceful and I didn’t miss the suicidal motorcycles and insane bus drivers from Brazil. My friends and I spent every waking moment together because we didn’t want to waste an ounce of precious time. Hitting the ski slopes again couldn’t be described as anything else but a perfect moment of everlasting elation. I felt the snowy air wash over my face, and the sound of my skis shifting through the snow was impeccable as I glided down the mountain. The time flew by too fast and it was suddenly time to return to Brazil. The time I spent in Michigan couldn’t have been better and I can’t wait to go back!
I couldn’t be more depressed. My parents were forcing me to go back to dreary Michigan for three whole weeks! Meanwhile, I was leaving all of my friends in Brazil while they all had fun going to the beach, going to parties, and having fun without me. In Brazil it was always warm and sunny, but in Michigan the sun never had the strength to shine and the ground was covered with cold, dirty snow. As I dragged myself off the plane, a blast of frozen air slapped my face. The horrible December weather made me desperately miss tropical Brazil! At baggage claim, my grandparents’ bored faces didn’t even change when they saw us. The stress of family time was already too much for them. Everything I saw on the road painfully reminded me of why I hated Michigan. The high school I used to attend was full of horrible memories, my old house was rundown and the ice covering the road caused the car to dangerously slip and slide. My old friends had all changed, and they all had different interests. It wasn’t fun to hang out with them anymore. My sister pulled me to the ski hills, and I dreaded the long lines, over-crowded lodges and the icy slopes. As soon as I stepped outside, the cold seemed to penetrate every part of me and I longed to run back inside. When it was finally time for us to return to Brazil, I couldn’t wait a second longer. I hoped that next year, I would spend Christmas in Brazil not in Michigan.
One ball, eleven dummies
Unfortunately it was the first time I was forced by my evil teacher to play this terrible sport people call soccer in the class which I hated most, P.E class. It was terrible right from the beginning as the teams were chosen and the ones who chose the teams chose the ones they knew played the worst so they could lose faster and give way to other teams. All the kids were walking in the court as if they were really bored and really didn’t care where the ball was. The goalkeeper simply let all the balls go through as he was more concerned about what he was going to do on the weekend then actually being a target. A few moments later the disgusting sweat started coming out of my body and I literally stopped playing; I hate sweat. Finally a miracle sound was heard, it was the bell that called us for our next torture (class).
One ball, eleven gladiators
Luckily it was the first time my great P.E teacher encouraged me to play the awesome sport called soccer in the best class the school had, which was P.E. It was excellent right from the beginning as the teams were chosen and the ones who chose the team wer trying to chose the best players in order to make strong team and win matches in order to keep playing. All the kids were running passionetly in the court with their eyes focused on where the ball was and what was going on. The goalkeeper was really inspired as he perfomed great blocks to defend his team’s goal and he seemed not to mind taking shots in the stomach. Right after I started playing I started to really feel the heat of the game as I started to sweat trying to play my best for my team and enjoy my moment of intense physical activity. Unfortunatelly, my dream came to and end as the bell rang and everything seemed to fell apart as the teacher picked up the ball and sent us to our next class.
A new Journey
Summer was finally over and my new adventure would start. It was like starting with a clean slate, undoing any of the mistakes I had done in the past. I was going to a new country. To my father’s delight he had gotten a promotion and job offer in Salvador, Bahia Brazil. We took a long time to make the decision, but after much conversation my family decided to accept. A moving company came to package our things a week before and to our surprise we got to spend our last week in Michigan in a hotel! On July 19th we boarded our flight to Brazil nearly without looking back; we were ready for our new journey. Ford allowed me family to fly first class and the food was wonderfully tasty unlike the regular economy class. With much excitement our flight finally ended and we arrived at our new home. To our surprise our house was completely empty except for a sofa and basic utilities. It was an honor to live without the things we usually take for granted and during this time I learned a lot. Soon we got accustomed to our new house and got ready to begin school on the 31st. The new school was very interesting as it was partially outdoors. Classes were much smaller and were mostly made up of Brazilian students. It would take some getting used to, but I figure that in time I would be a Brazilian myself. Thus began my family’s new chapter in Bahia Brazil, one that I am sure I will never forget.
Summer had sadly ended and I soon came to realize the extent of big change about to occur in my life. It was like leaving everything behind that I had built up over the years, my house, my friends, and the familiarity of the area. I was forced to move to a third world country. To my dismay my father received a job offer to leave everything and go to Salvador, Bahia, Brazil. After a very one-sided discussion my parents decided to accept the offer. A moving company came to take all of the things we held close and ship them off to Brazil. Without any furniture or basic living needs, we were forced to stay in a mediocre hotel nearby. On July 19th we boarded our plane, parting ways with the country and area we had come to love. I was not looking forward to my new journey. Ford as least allowed us to fly first class which made up for the extremely long and boring flight with pretty tasting food that definitely did not seem worth the price. With much regret our flight arrived in Brazil and we soon arrived at our new house. To everyone’s dismay the house had nothing at all in the form of entertainment or comfort. It had only one small and uncomfortable couch in the middle of an empty room facing a TV without cable. The next week spent in that house was almost unbearable and an extremely regrettable moment in my life. To top it off school started after that. The new school was completely different than what I was used to. Half the school was outside which seemed very primitive to me. Classes were very small and a few to none non-Brazilian students. Everybody seemed to only want to speak Portuguese a language that I was not yet familiar with. I didn't think I would be able to get used to this new way of life and all this exposure might actually make me somewhat Brazilian. Let’s hope for the best, that I will be able to make it through this awful experience because it is truly something I will never be able to forget.
Venice Waits for You
Stepping for the first time in Venice was like turning a painting I’ve once seen in a museum into reality. As I stepped on the streets of the charming city, I could scent cultural grandeur. All of its buildings, gracefully organized in a mixture of pastel colors, irradiated the beauty of its history. The city only didn't shine more than the glittery Venetian masks that are sold in its public markets where a rich variety of artisanal products are available. However, the best part of Venice was still to come: the trip in its traditional gondolas, which guided by local Venetian men, compose an environment of incomparable romanticism. Only then could I understand why their carnival is so famous: certainly, the magic of its waters and the historic value of its gondolas have won the hearts and minds of the world.
They call Venice, I Call Hell
It’s with great horror that I recall these unfortunate afternoons in Venice. I can still remember the scalding sun that burned directly on top of my friends and I as we exhaustedly walked through its streets- the consequence of this, obviously, was an everlasting headache that seemed as if it was one step away from destroying my mind. But as if walking in those tiny city allies weren’t enough, the torture continued with the gondola trip (gondola is the term they use to the call tightest, suffocating boats I’ve ever seen). While a native man yelled directly in my ears, I observed with horror the dirty and ruined buildings surrounded by the filthy waters. I could not do less than apprehensively count the seconds to leave that Italian hell and head straight back home.
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