Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Mcenroe Farm

I moved forward in my seat to look outside the window of the school bus. The trip to Harlem Valley, NY to visit the McEnroe farm was entertaining. Nevertheless, two hours of card games, lots of singing, and a ton of laughing still had me looking at my watch every twenty minutes. Out of all the trips this June, the McEnroe farm was the one that I was looking forward to the most. Five hours, in total, worth of driving and waiting wouldn't lead us to somewhere I would be bored at. It would be worth it. I felt the bus come to a halt as I took notice of a market, a large field, and a sitting area. I've seen the pictures of the trips sent to us, and I knew a bit of what to expect. However, looking at pictures isn't the same as actually being there, and taking notice of my surroundings gave me more insight. …show more content…
My group went to the garden first, nearby the two strawberry fields and picnic tables. We had to taste three different herbs and then write about them, such as fennel, oregano, and dill. When I tasted the fennel, it reminded me of licorice. The oregano had a very powerful, and spicy flavor that all came at once. I admit to spitting it out. The dill tasted like a pickle, and since I actually like pickles, that one was the first herb that I wrote about. After journaling about herbs, most of us planted our own. Following that, we helped prepare the meal that we were going to create. Four other people and I went to help make the salad dressing for the kale and strawberry salad that other groups were going to help arrange. Everything seemed to go by so quickly, yet about an hour and a half had already past