My Journey To The Dominican Republic

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The sun shone warmly upon the day and the palm trees blissfully moved back and forth on the alluring beach of Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. Admiring the peaceful waves as they ran across the shore, I checked my pockets and realized my phone was gone. I walked around the beach retracing my steps trying to find it. I couldn’t believe I had just arrived and had already lost one of my most valuable belongings. Walking back and forth as I probed through the gritty sand, I stumbled over something and dug my foot under the sand and realized it was just a rock. I was full of false hope because I thought I had finally found my phone. Moments later, as I walked back to the hotel room, I was kicking the sand and looked down, and there it was. I was …show more content…
I was astonished and couldn’t believe I was traveling out of the country for the first time without my parents. As the date of my trip was close to arriving, I had this weird sensation that I wouldn’t be safe because our parents wouldn’t be with us. Unlike Cheryl her mother’s death made her believe she was safe I didn’t have a way of believing I would be safe. “‘Of all the things that convinced me that I should not be afraid while on this journey, of all the things I’d made myself believe so I could hike the PCT, the death of my mother was the thing that made me believe the most deeply in my safety […]’” (59). The day had come, and I was on my flight to the Dominican Republic. After four drastic feeling hours of being on the plane the pilot announced to us that we had arrived to our destination. Crossing the arrivals section of the airport to our transportation was me proceeding across the threshold of feeling unsafe. A man who gives her a ride asks Strayed if she was okay. “‘Yes,’ I replied with false confidence. ‘I’ve traveled alone a lot’” (29). Likewise, the guy who was taking us to the airport asked me and my sister if we were okay, and I told him I was okay, but I knew I wasn’t. I felt out of place because everything was so different from my hometown. Strayed experiences the need to quit and go home just like I did when things seemed to get hard: “‘We might not make it?’ I said, blushing with the irrational thought that he’d somehow divined to plan to quit’” (87). She thought that maybe if she kept telling Greg they might not make it because of the snow he’d eventually decide to quit and go home and she would to. I also thought that maybe if I insisted to tell my sister that I didn’t feel safe and out of place we would go home. But then I realized if my mind was set on being afraid, I wouldn’t enjoy the wonderful sunset and

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