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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
M is for March break
"A week in Dominican Republic", my Dad finally decided after a lot of thinking. I honestly had no idea where this place was, so I had no idea what expect! I wasn't to excited, seeing as we weren't going with any friends or anything. But I had no clue that this was going to be the best holiday of my life!
Because are flight was at like 5:30 am, we stayed in a hotel in Toronto right next to the air port to save us from having to get up at 1:30 am. But still, we had to get up pretty early.
"Get up Georgia, we're going to miss are flight!". screamed my Dad as he was walking out the door. And then, after 2 hours of waiting in the air port, and a 4 hour flight, we were finally there.
When we landed, the very first thing I noticed was the airport! OMG I thought, as I took my fist look. The air port was made out of palm tree's and wood, and the people there were very nice. They greeted us by taking pictures with us and welcoming us. I knew I was going to a tropical country, but I never imagined it to be this great! We then took a bus to are hotel. When I was traveling along the bumpy road, with the music in the back ground, I noticed the real life of these places. Houses made from palm tree leafs, kids with no clothes on running down the street. It made me realize how lucky I was to be me.
After about 40 minutes in the bus, we arrived at our hotel. First things first, beach and pool! That's when I knew that this was going to be the best holiday of my life! The worm blue ocean, the golden sand, and the huge pool was enough to get my attached to this place! The worst part about it was that I got pretty badly burnt...on the fist day.
But the BEST part about this whole trip was the people I met. I met so many amazing friends that I know that 'm going to keep for a really long time. So when I left, I obviously cried.
Life lesson: The holiday might be over, but the memories will stay for ever.
Because are flight was at like 5:30 am, we stayed in a hotel in Toronto right next to the air port to save us from having to get up at 1:30 am. But still, we had to get up pretty early.
"Get up Georgia, we're going to miss are flight!". screamed my Dad as he was walking out the door. And then, after 2 hours of waiting in the air port, and a 4 hour flight, we were finally there.
When we landed, the very first thing I noticed was the airport! OMG I thought, as I took my fist look. The air port was made out of palm tree's and wood, and the people there were very nice. They greeted us by taking pictures with us and welcoming us. I knew I was going to a tropical country, but I never imagined it to be this great! We then took a bus to are hotel. When I was traveling along the bumpy road, with the music in the back ground, I noticed the real life of these places. Houses made from palm tree leafs, kids with no clothes on running down the street. It made me realize how lucky I was to be me.
After about 40 minutes in the bus, we arrived at our hotel. First things first, beach and pool! That's when I knew that this was going to be the best holiday of my life! The worm blue ocean, the golden sand, and the huge pool was enough to get my attached to this place! The worst part about it was that I got pretty badly burnt...on the fist day.
But the BEST part about this whole trip was the people I met. I met so many amazing friends that I know that 'm going to keep for a really long time. So when I left, I obviously cried.
Life lesson: The holiday might be over, but the memories will stay for ever.
I comented on Aleda's blog about people.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
H is for home.
I don't know what home is for me, I know that sound's kinda stupid, but isn't your home a place where you feel comfortable and safe? I guess your home is where you live, and where your parents are (in most cases), but how can you like your home, if you don't feel very comfortable in it? If you don't feel safe in it? If this doesn't occur to you, then how can it feel like home?
When I say I "I don't know what home is for me", I mean, some times I talk about going back "home" to England, when really, my home is here, in Canada. It confuses me allot. It's not like I don't like Canada..which I do, it's that England was my home for many years, and changing from that whole culture of things is challenging.
Anyway, moving on....I remember the first house that I ever lived in. It was in a place called Breadsal, Derby. It was a tiny 400 year old cottage, very worm and cozy. I don't remember it too much, because I only lived there until I was 4, but I remember that I absolutely loved it!
Then I moved again, to a place called Quarndon, Derby. Where I started school. I lived there for 7-8 years...which is quite allot for me. Then I moved to Canada. We rented our first house. It was in Waterloo, and we lived there for about a year. I liked it there allot, but it took allot of adjusting and getting use too! Last but not least, my home now. It's in Blair. This is probably one of the nicest places I've ever lived! With a very nice house, a friendly community and school friends right next door, it's hard not to enjoy.
Life lesson: A house is built with wood and beams. A home is built with love and dreams.
I comented on Hayleys blog!
When I say I "I don't know what home is for me", I mean, some times I talk about going back "home" to England, when really, my home is here, in Canada. It confuses me allot. It's not like I don't like Canada..which I do, it's that England was my home for many years, and changing from that whole culture of things is challenging.
Anyway, moving on....I remember the first house that I ever lived in. It was in a place called Breadsal, Derby. It was a tiny 400 year old cottage, very worm and cozy. I don't remember it too much, because I only lived there until I was 4, but I remember that I absolutely loved it!
Then I moved again, to a place called Quarndon, Derby. Where I started school. I lived there for 7-8 years...which is quite allot for me. Then I moved to Canada. We rented our first house. It was in Waterloo, and we lived there for about a year. I liked it there allot, but it took allot of adjusting and getting use too! Last but not least, my home now. It's in Blair. This is probably one of the nicest places I've ever lived! With a very nice house, a friendly community and school friends right next door, it's hard not to enjoy.
Life lesson: A house is built with wood and beams. A home is built with love and dreams.
I comented on Hayleys blog!
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