Personal Narrative: My Trip To Nicaragua

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Forty four students shuffled out of the Managua airport into the bed of trucks and I had no idea what I got myself into. At the time I was nervous and regretting my decision to go to Nicaragua in the first place, but little did I know that this would be my best decision in my life. During the long three hour car ride the hot sun hit my face, I observed the buildings and the people. Venders sitting on sides of the road, walking up to our trucks trying to sell us fruit or plastic bags filled with water. The windy tar roads quickly turned to dirt and in came the view of volcano Momotombo and soon enough we arrived in Chacraseca. The minute we jumped out of the trucks my exciting journey began and I would soon realize that self-fulfillment and material items aren’t connected. The children I met in Nuevo had nothing but a house, however, they were always so happy and grateful for the little gifts I gave them. As the trucks pulled up I watched the small houses …show more content…
I took a look around, less than half of the house was built, which meant we would be working on it tomorrow. I continued to look wondering where their form of shelter was, however I saw nothing but scattered furniture all throughout their land and their bed covered by a small aluminum sheet to protect them from the rain. Although this family had nothing, they were the happiest family I have ever seen. If the baby started to cry all four boys would run over to see if she was okay. They would bring us over the puppies, kittens, or birds they had so we could play and hold them. In the morning as we woke up, the mother would be cutting us fruit that she could’ve made for her family, but she insisted we have eat it. The family was so selfless and kind and they didn’t have a roof over their heads. They always had a smile on because they didn’t need to have anything but to be surrounded by the people that love them
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