Arriving to the airport and meeting the girls after our day off from school, you could see the entire shell-shocked look in our eyes. We all were happy to go, don’t get me wrong. But at the same time, it was just going by really fast. We all had crazy emotions running threw our mind and to tell the truth I still don’t think it settle in anyone’s mind. Leaving or families, boyfriends, best friends, and anyone else that we were leaving were really hard, but the idea of us coming together sounded great. Seeing each other cry was the hard part, but making each other feel better was that was easy. First time on the plane from San Francisco to New York was different. Few of us got comfortable by switching seats, than we all started talking, some of us tried to sleep but that didn’t really work out. The next time we got on the plane from New York to Puerto Rico we all went to sleep some how, some way. Coming into San Juan we all felt the different weather. Getting our bags, getting into the cabs to go to the hotel we got our first look at San Juan. Picking our roommates, getting our keys to our new rooms it all started to feel some what real. The first thing we did together as a group was go to the beach. Playing in the clear Caribbean water, you can see how close we have gotten from the first day we met. We ate together at the hotel restaurant for our first dinner at San Juan. As the day turns into night we all heard into one room and hang out there for awhile, doing homework, talking, and most of all trying to comprehend how to get our mind settle that were not going to be home for the next six weeks. As we started finishing up the day the bomb start to hit us that we are really doing this and that there’s no turning back now.
- Veronica Olimpiada
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