Punta Can A Short Story

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It all started when my first cousin proposed to his bride to be and suggested that he and his wife have an extravagant destination wedding. I come from a huge family, so he reached out to all his 1st, 2nd immediate cousins and family members to come on this trip to celebrate their love. I have always been afraid of flying and not to mention have never been out the country. I had to apply for a passport and save money up to pay for this trip which I didn’t realize how my life changed before it was actually time for me to go. I was hesitant to go because this was a “NO KIDS” trip. I have two children: a boy and a girl. I quietly thought if I was going out of the country for the first time that they should definitely come too. I made all and any …show more content…
I suddenly thought to myself, talking to myself in my head almost arguing with myself about how foolish it would have been of me to not attend such an amazing getaway; physical and mental. The plane ride was a breeze. I slowly walked off the plane excited but nervous to loud singing and colorful fruit drinks waiting for me while I waited for my bags to come. Another cousin of mine around the same age as me flew together and rode in the taxi together to the villa where we were staying. Driving through the open roads of Punta Cana, smelling this different air that I was not used to being in the U.S. in the city was a great feeling. We arrived at the Villa where it looked like a gated community. Everybody was so happy and vibrant! Every person I walked passed had a smile on their face and always greeted you with a pretty smile and a friendly …show more content…
I made a few Wi-Fi calls to my children to make sure they were okay with their dad, they were! I continued to enjoy my trip! It was an all-inclusive trip so I woke up to fresh food, breakfast, lunch and dinner every day. I rode on a horse in the sand which was different. I enjoyed my time on this beautiful island with my family and friends of the family. We had a great time. When it was time to pack up and leave, I didn’t want to go. I went from being in summer wear for a week to putting my winter clothes on to catch the next flight back to the states. It was bittersweet. I did not want to

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