My 8th-grade year I took a trip with some of my Spanish 1b classmates to Costa Rica. We woke up at the crack of dawn to make sure we made it to our plane in time. I was hesitant at first because it was my first time being in an airport, or out of the country. Going through the security with my bags was a nightmare they checked everything I had. The whole time they had a straight look on their face as eventually gave me my bag. Finally, we boarded the plane, starting our journey to the unknown land of Costa Rica. I imagined the whole country being the same as America people driving around to their jobs, taking the kids to the bus stops and early risers taking a morning jog. I was shocked by how different it was. The difference wasn’t huge but it still threw off everything I thought was right. People were walking down the road trying to sell things to passing cars the buildings were so small compared to that in America. It allowed you to see the natural beauty of the of the Volcano as the sky with a crimson red light that seemed to move the cloud to paint a portrait, it painted a jaw-dropping sight that sucked all the attention from everyone around me. It was beautiful the sight that the locals didn’t seem to notice. I was confused by how they didn’t give it a second glance, it bothered me for the rest of the day why hadn’t they enjoyed the sight. That wasn’t all…show more content… I came to this conclusion after we began our trip back to America. While sitting in the airport, a group of people were dancing right in the middle of the airport. I didn’t give it a second thought. Until I saw who were watching them they looked like foreigners, I saw myself looking in awe at the volcano the same as they were looking at the dancers. It wasn’t apparent to me at the time, but the place you call your home changes your perspective on everything but most importantly it affects how you live
