Сочинение на тему the trip of my life

Everybody loves holidays because during our holidays we can relax and have fun. we get enough time to travel, play our favorite sports and practice our hobbies. below i will tell you about my last holiday.  i had always dreamed about going to hawaii. it was the evening of april 1st, 2003 when my husband called me from his work and told me that we are going to hawaii for one week in our holidays next month. i couldn’t believe my ears what i just heard. i asked him again if he is not making it up, but he said he already purchased tickets online and made plans. on 10th may we departed maryland and headed towards our first destination, the big island of hawaii. as soon as we reached there after a long journey, i was stunned by the beautiful scenic views that i only saw in pictures. i was totally lost in the scenic views that i forgot to blink my eyes.

someone once said that to open our minds, we must expose ourselves to many cultures, but this is not as easy as it sounds. i was born in chile, a long, narrow country squeezed between the pacific ocean and the andes mountains. it is a place where the boiling weather welcomes the celebration of the nativity of christ, and thanksgiving is unknown. raised among people who believed that our nation was the center of the world, i could not do anything but become one of them.although i believed myself a dictator of truth whose words were the only righteous ones, my curiosity and hunger for knowledge were strong parts of my personality. i wanted to know what was outside my homeland. by my eleventh birthday, i was addicted to the travel channel and national geographic magazine. after watching marvelous places and utterly interesting cultures on television, i was stunned but not satisfied. i wanted to see them with my own eyes. it was irritating to think that such dreams might never come true. but they did.on a sunday in march, following my family’s traditional feast, i discovered that my desire for adventure ran in my family. my parents announced to my sister and me that we would emigrate to the motherland of capitalism and mickey mouse. this was going to be the journey of my life, my chance to come into contact with people with different roots and viewpoints. i knew that new york was the capital of the world; i had seen it on the travel channel. what i was not aware of was that long island, where we would stay, was not exactly the center of this fascinating multicultural performance. it was beautiful and safe, but i loathed it. i felt trapped in a place where cars were necessary to go anywhere, and when i did reach my destination, the language stopped me. although i was a top student in my english class in chile, i could barely communicate with people here. my situation did not improve when school started. even though there were a few spanish-speaking students, i could not relate to most of them. my social life was reduced to my parents and my sister. even after six months, when the language barrier had been overcome, i was still unable to make friends. i thought i had nothing to share with anyone, or worse, that no one was interested in talking to me. my esl teacher was one of the few who paid attention. she once asked why we had come here, and that question made me realize that this experience was exactly what i had asked for. i had the opportunity to interact with people from another culture, yet i was wasting it. the complexity of americans, as well as every individual in the world, did not have to be understood but accepted. deciding to stop being so dogmatic, i armed myself with a new mentality and a handful of tolerance, and discovered interesting features that define this culture. it is not important that some like mcdonald’s more than their mother’s food, that many like to drink soda instead of fruit juice, or that most would rather drive than walk. i was amazed; i had missed so much because of my stubbornness. neither the travel channel nor national geographic had taught me that. it was after i moved to the united states that i learned we must be opento receive everyone in our lives. we are all human beings, and maybe some day the entire world, even my beloved chile, will become as diverse as new york.

Nina and Anya are washing the floor

Nikolas is helping his mom

Are you helping his father??

My sister is reading the interesting book

They're going to school

Are you going to school?

Is he working?

Is your granny going to supermarket?

He is buying the sweets

What is your sister doing?

Where are kids playing?

Why are you laughing?

Where are they going?

What are boys carrying?