My Passport
Turning the corner, hoping the hostel was where was supposed to be from the map, my dad and I spotted my mom across the street. With a smile I waved and scampered across the street to her. With a sigh of relief, I went up and hugged her with the feeling of safety that we were in the right place. We walked together into the hostel, and as the door opened, a warm rush of air from the hostel hit my body, almost dropping me to the floor in relief. Walking in, I scanned the lobby and spotted some couches by a fireplace. After a long chilly walk across Paris, that would be my final destination. My mom and dad followed along, and we sat around the fireplace. That was when my mom asked me that long expected question, "What happened?"
We had been two weeks into our three-week trek across Europe in a group of eleven.
Forrest Gump
Passport to Paris
Riomaggiore and Cinque Terre seen from the access ...The group included my family with my uncle and two other friends. At the time we were in Cinque Terre, Italy. The next morning we planned to leave by train to Paris.
Waking up was pretty hard since we basically had walked the previous day. Every inch my body moved felt like needles piercing my insides. Yet, I got myself up and got ready to go out to the train station. Our whole group was out there on time for the train, and we all had sleepy expressions on our face due to the early start. A few minutes later, I could hear the train coming down the tunnel, and when it got close, a gush of air came swarming out of the tunnel. It almost felt like I was in a hurricane. When the train halted to a stop, we...