My Trip to America- Personal Narrative
Three years ago, in July 2001, I had the opportunity to visit America,
the land of freedom. I was thrilled when I overheard my mother talking
to my friend’s father; Tom’s father on the phone for me to join my
Toms family in their holiday to America. I could not sleep that night.
The following morning, my mother informed me of the good news: That I
would be going to Florida for two weeks, and that I would accompany my
friend’s family. I could not have asked for a better morning in
Britain. The sun was shining and so was I. Almost immediately I picked
up the phone and rang my Tom’s father to thank him, and for me and Tom
to plan our holiday.
The next three weeks seemed almost like a lifetime, I could not wait
to get there. My excitement increased day by day until we finally
drove to the airport. Only then I realised that the newt few weeks,
would probably be the best weeks of my life so far. Despite the rain
falling and the long waiting in the airport, with our heavy suitcases
we had to carry across the terminals, we kept are holiday mood until
we reached the plane.
The flight was longer than I expected and my seat was uncomfortable. I
spent most of the time watching movies, which were on the televisions
built in behind every seat, and talking to Tom about all the theme
parks and tennis courts. The airhostesses soon comforted everyone with
refreshments and snacks until we finally arrived to Orlando
International Airport early in the morning.
Following the crowds out of the plane, I saw my first sight of
America. It was incredible! We simply had our passports checked,
picked up our bags, and we were on our way.
The airport was full of people from all over the world with one thing
in common, the energy of the holiday mood. The city was beautiful, a
lot better than I ever imagined. I was looking forward to arrive to
the hotel and dive in the swimming pool. Everything was so organized
and so calm; the palm trees, the hot weather, the tourists and the
locals blending together perfectly. This is America! I told myself.
Along the high way, green is all to your eyes can reach. Palm trees
and grass fields are everywhere. The morning mist was shining on the
grass leaves like thousands of small pearls dropped from the clear
sky. All I was thinking about was the theme parks, the tennis, where I
am and how lucky I actually am. I was just looking at the wonderful
views that America had to offer.
Arriving at the hotel, the first impression was excellent. The
entrance was through two big metal doors along a very tall wall
surrounding the huge garden and the hotel buildings. The doors opened,
the taxi pulled over the sideway and we carried our suitcases along
the path towards the hotel. While walking to the hotel I looked on my