Introduction

One of my greatest memories is visiting my father in South America. I recently went last summer, it was the first time that my sisters and I had flown to South America by our selves. The Miami airport was so hectic, everyone scrambling to get to their gate in time. I was so nervous because my Spanish is not that great, and I would have trouble translating everything in Spanish. We hugged our mom and step dad goodbye and got on the plane. I instantly knew we were going somewhere different than the States, the flight attendants uniform were bright teals and purple and everyone was speaking Spanish on the plane.

When the flight attendant announced all the information she announced it in English then Spanish, we finally got to our connecting flight in Bolivia after a grueling night aboard with no air. As we were landing in Bolivia the flight attendant announced everything in Spanish then English. It was as the closer I got to my destination the more I was getting enveloped into this new culture. After boarding from Bolivia everything was said in Spanish, I had officially had left everything I knew and was going into this totally different culture from my own. When we finally landed in our destination Asuncion, Paraguay I could not wait to see my dad. He was there waiting for us with bear hugs and these fizzy waters that tasted like alka -seltzer. He looked the same as before just with a little more salt than pepper in his hair and the fine lines around his face. As we all walked out, the first thing that hit me was the heat. It was so warm and humid there, Florida could not compare to this.