[Description: Travel - Caribbean - Family - Vacation]
Christmas of 2005, my father decided we needed a vacation; so, as my present, he bought use roudtrip tickets to St. Maartens island and an all inclusive pass at one of the many resorts. The one downside was that it was on the french side of the island.
I say this because, for the week we were there, going outside the resort's grounds (on the french side) was annoying at best. On the other hand, the dutch side of the island was much more friendly. It held a better atmosphere overall.
It wasn't really a story filled trip. I kept myself partially intoxicated at the resort's bar (included in the all-inclusive deal) and made a fool of myself at Karaoke. Not a very eventful trip, but part of my experience in travel, nonetheless.
[Definition: Travel - Ireland - Solo - Culture]
I've felt a calling to travel to Ireland since early childhood, and always expressed as much to my parents. We didn't do a whole lot of traveling, and by the time I reached the end of High School, my parents were divorced. So, much to my surprise, my father bought me a round trip ticket to Ireland as a graduation present, and my mother gave me funds for the travel therein. A great gift, to say the least.
June 29th, 2005, I arrived on the southwest coast of Ireland in Shannon Airport. Little did I know, at the time, that most of my trip would take place on this southwestern portion. I came with $1,500 for two weeks, and I was alone. Suffice it to say, the journey gave me a good bit of life experience. My first day and night in Ireland were spent resting in Limerick, a short bus ride from the airport. After sleeping off 18 hours of jet lag, I was up and ready for business.
My journey took me from Limerick, to Tralee, to the Dingle Peninsula. I have to say, Dingle was one of the better places in Ireland; a secluded little peninsula with a mountainous interior. In fact, I climbed one of the mountains, and as soon as I reached the top a storm blew in. Talk about cold. After Dingle, I traveled north, passing the Cliffs of Moher (an amazing sight, one definitely not to be missed) and arriving in Galway on July 7th.
Galway is amazing. It is one of my favorite places on Earth thus far - the variance in cultures, the easy going atmosphere and the never-ending nightlife. It's not too expensive, either. I went clubbing with two amazing ladies from Switzerland, downed Guinness with locals, talked politics with Kiwis (New Zealand natives), and danced to a group of buskers playing what I would guess was Czechoslovakian music. Street vendors roamed the section of road blocked off every night at 1800hr, and locals started bar songs in almost every pub. In one pub, I was even allowed to experience the amazing power of one man's flatulent clearing out the place in 10 seconds. I will return to Galway if it is the last thing I do.
My heart begged to see more, though, and it was off to the Aran Islands. These islands are truly astonishing; rugged and sparsely populated, it would be safe to say that everyone knows each other here. With a rocky coast on the eastern side, and sheer cliffs on the west, it contains many beautiful sights. By far, the hostel I stayed in here was the most friendly. While there, I even learned how to weave hemp - an American was working there while traveling, and decided to show me how one rainy day when there was nothing better to do.
Alas, all things must end, and so too did this. After a great two weeks, I returned to Shannon Airport and flew home. I had spent a total of $2,000 (requiring some transferred funds from my parents) and was able to learn from my mistakes, of which there were many. The experience gained here would come in handy on travels to come, though one never really stops learning when traveling on a budget.
[Definition: Travel - El Salvador - Group - Missionary]
For a first experience outside the comforts of my own country, this was a pretty important one, and somewhat life changing. Mind you, not "fall to my knees and have a revelation" life changing, but it had an impact, none-the-less.
During my senior year of high school, my mother began taking a major interest in travel. She had always had it - she lived in Europe in her early twenties despite being born in America. I'm guessing I got my wanderlust from her. Now a nurse, she learned from a friend in the hospital about a church that sends missionaries to a church-funded orphanage in El Salvador. Partaking in this experience wasn't exactly cheap, but it was the perfect opportunity to get out and see a bit of the world.
During the first full week of February in 2005, my mother, the other missionaries and I flew to El Salvador and, suffice it to say, 'earned our room and board' on the orphanage. It was fun, and somewhat hard - I took part in renovating an old gymnasium which took the better part of four days. The temperature was a constant 35-40 Celsius, with little humidity; it was easy to dehydrate and not realize it. However, the benefits far outweighed the difficulties. The children were ecstatic to have us there, and we were welcomed with open arms. I visited the nearby school, and was able to sit in on classes for the entire day. It gave me a new view of the world, and how good I had it. It also showed me that I could survive without common comforts.
The orphanage was a decent size, surrounded by razor wire fence and guarded by armed soldiers - people occasionally attempted to sneak in and steal food despite these precautions. It never came to blows though, and no one was too worried. While there, I made friends with many of the young El Salvadorians; however, I haven't been able to keep in contact with them, something I greatly regret. Language barriers were always a concern, but we usually found a way around them.
The entire experience was a good one, especially for it being my first. I had always had the desire to see new countries, but now I had a basis for future travels. Leaving was difficult, and I hope to return someday, but life goes on and new journeys await.
