A Trip To The Bahamas Narrative Essay

When I was eleven my family took a trip to the Bahamas. We departed DFW airport early in the morning, before even the birds had woken from their slumber. Our plane landed briefly at a small airport in southern Florida where we swiftly exited our large vessel for the cramped, musty quarters of a seemingly ancient aircraft. My family and I sat in the plane for what felt like an eternity with nothing but miles of water as far as the eye could see. As the tiny metal bird descended from the skies a beautiful island emerged from the thick clouds. Our pilot landed roughly and sent us off to retrieve our luggage. We settled in quickly in our temporary tropical home and made our way to the beach. It was at this beach that my younger brother Carson and I decided to play catch with a small ball we had brought with us. We stood waist deep in water clear as glass and tossed this rubber sphere back and forth. From out of nowhere a Bahamian boy no older than nine years old appeared, and held his hands up wanting to play with us. He did not speak to us, he only played catch. We threw the ball with him for ten minutes and then he left just as quickly as he …show more content…
Dumas was surprised to find that she was nice, quite the opposite of the hardcore teachers she was used to in Iran. She compared the American classroom to a party, saying that the room was colorful and much more lighthearted than the learning environment she had in the past. While Dumas’ and my cultural outsider experiences are not the same, they share similarities. We both were shocked by the lifestyle in these new countries compared to what we had grown up with back at home. The biggest difference between our two stories is the fact that Dumas loved the American classroom. She enjoyed the new culture more than her own. I on the other hand was more fond of the American culture versus the Bahamian, preferring what I was used