A vacation is a place to go, away from home, to relax with friends and family. I enjoy going on vacations because you can leave your busy schedule, from school or work, at home, and live a little. My favorite vacation that I have ever been on was to Panama City, Florida. In the summer of 2015, my friends and I planned a trip to Panama City to experience the beach, and to unwind. From riding in style, to engaging in entertaining things while there, to our fascinating ride back home, I must say, it was a memorable week with some amazing friends. My favorite vacation consisted of four of my friends: Carrie Grace, Valerie, Aubrey, and Jayde. Just like any other trip consisting of five girls, we were going to be carrying and excessive amount of luggage along with
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As we were exiting off of Interstate fifty five, our vehicle started slowing down. All of a sudden, the gas hand drops to empty. It turned out that Ken’s “specialized gas tank” was not so special. So there we were, five girls, in an unfamiliar place, surrounded in traffic, panicking, trying to find a gas station. After cutting off at every individual stop sign and red light, we finally made it to the nearest gas station. Finally, after two more stops for gas, we made it back to Houston, Mississippi. We learned to always make sure we have gas, even if the gas hand says we do, and to never trust Ken’s “specialized” gas tank. So that is a little taste of what my trip to Panama was like, and that is why this trip is my favorite one yet. We did not have a worry in the world while we were in Panama. I enjoyed being able to relax with the sand between my toes, and nothing but positive vibes. After “ridding in style,” adventuring new places, sights, and foods, and our close call to being stranded in the middle of Alabama, this trip was definantly one for the books. Panama, I will see you
As we were exiting off of Interstate fifty five, our vehicle started slowing down. All of a sudden, the gas hand drops to empty. It turned out that Ken’s “specialized gas tank” was not so special. So there we were, five girls, in an unfamiliar place, surrounded in traffic, panicking, trying to find a gas station. After cutting off at every individual stop sign and red light, we finally made it to the nearest gas station. Finally, after two more stops for gas, we made it back to Houston, Mississippi. We learned to always make sure we have gas, even if the gas hand says we do, and to never trust Ken’s “specialized” gas tank. So that is a little taste of what my trip to Panama was like, and that is why this trip is my favorite one yet. We did not have a worry in the world while we were in Panama. I enjoyed being able to relax with the sand between my toes, and nothing but positive vibes. After “ridding in style,” adventuring new places, sights, and foods, and our close call to being stranded in the middle of Alabama, this trip was definantly one for the books. Panama, I will see you