Personal Narrative: My Journey To Aruba

The journey begins in Maracaibo, my hometown, where my friends and I were planning to go to Aruba. We were thinking about partying in Aruba to celebrate that we graduated from high school. As soon as we all agreed, we started looking for the hotel, clubs, and beaches. The day before our trip, my friends Orlando, Jesus, and Joséandres confirmed that everything was still going well, and everything was perfect, in other words, everything was working out just how we planned it. The big day arrived, and we flew to Aruba, but unlucky for us, that was where everything started to look dark. Joséandres lost his documents and money, and out from the blue what was supposed to be a party trip, turned into a sorry trip. Jesus and I were the first to get out of the plane
My mom was “cool” about it and, she did not get upset, but on the other hand, my dad was very upset. My dad did not take it the same way my mom did because he did not like our idea of going alone, therefore he called my friends’ parents to tell them that we should come cancel our plans and come back because we cannot take care of ourselves. Few minutes later, Joséandres’ mom ordered him to go back to Venezuela as soon as possible, so we all decided to cancel all of our plans to end our catastrophic trip. Even though we felt disappointed of ourselves, we learned a lesson from that trip. That bad experience taught us that in order to go on a trip alone, we should be more responsible than what we thought because bad things could happen and we need to have the knowledge of how to solve the problem without the help of our parents. Nowadays I am living in the U.S by myself, and I think I would not be as independent and mature as I am right now if I would have not been through that bad experience in