Personal Narrative: Home

Hawaii, a place of paradise and a place I call home is where I spent most of my life in comfort and leisure. Home was home, and I was more than content with living on the Island. Even on a small Island, there was always something to do, so the thought of traveling never sparked my interest. But from time to time, my curiosity grew when I decided to check out an opportunity at school for traveling abroad to Europe. That decision was life changing. My excitement grew at the thought of being present in another country’s cultural and historical background . At my reach was an opportunity to travel across the globe, and with the help of some teachers, my dream became a reality. With just a suitcase and a heavy heart leaving home, I was ready to …show more content…
It was completely different from Athens. Our second stop was on a small beautiful island called Capri. It was a jet-setters city for the rich and the famous. Luxury brand stores , expensive clothing, well dressed people, beautiful buildings and fancy cuisines was what made the city so compelling. One of Capri’s most iconic sights I had the chance to travel to was the Faraglioni. They were three towering rock formations formed by raging waves and forceful winds throughout years and years. My attempt of capturing its beauty was impossible, but it was truly the heart and soul of Capri. I was on a boat, the sun shining its brightest and it 's heats radiating onto my skin made it memorable. Everything was breathtaking, a surreal moment that I never experienced before. I embraced its beauty, I praised its rugged peaks and sharp edges, looking at the rocks. As I stared at the shimmering waters surrounding me, I was overwhelmed with natures presence. As I put my phone down, I wasn’t concerned about clicking away at the scene, I wasn’t concerned about recording particular things. Instead I appreciated everything I was surrounded by. Those who rode with me, rode in silence as they too were captured by its beauty. I was contributing my energy to being present. Everything was live, real and very much raw, an experience that only exists in the moment. It was as if, nature was the performer and I, the audience were one. It was a shared experience that …show more content…
Traveling isn’t just about seeing historical monuments, trying regional foods and having fun. Traveling is about the people we meet and the experiences we encounter and the fortunes we come to learn from. Traveling was leaving my certainties and beliefs at home, and seeing everything from a different angle. No place on earth is exactly alike, both near and far. I opened my eyes and heart to learn that we travel to gain knowledge when we are ignorant, and to gain solitude when we are compelled with the