Personal Narrative: My Trip To Honduras

Have you ever visited a certain place and was expecting one thing but got another? Taking trips to other countries could be very fun. Meeting new people, eating different foods, and experiencing new cultural is exciting to me. My trip to Honduras was a real eye-opening experience. My fiancé and I arrived at Midway airport at 9:45a.m. As we pulled into the enormous almost full parking garage, we knew it was going to be hard to find a parking place. We rode around for almost ten minutes looking; At last we found one. We got out of the car and pulled our huge over stuffed luggage out of the trunk. Following the bright green signs that pointed towards the entrance to the airport we found two long double doors to let us in. As I entered,
As Joel was struggling to grab our huge bags, I went to stand in the never-ending taxicab line. When we arrived at the boating port I saw numerous of gigantic oversized ships. We walked up to the check in point and checked in and got our keys. Entering the ship I could see the elegant bright light fixtures lighting up the hallways. I could smell the aroma of a gourmet lunch buffet cooking. We arrived at the elevator got on and took it to the seventh floor. As we approached our cabin, I could see our room number out lined in what looked like expensive rich gold. He stuck the key card in and we entered. The big king sized bed had luxurious brightly colored linens that felt like fine silk. Our room balcony had a grand view of the turquoise and aqua blue water; The Ocean looked to be endless. As I began to unpack our luggage, I heard a loud deep voice come over the intercom saying, “This is your captain we will be sailing off shortly”. Suddenly ten minutes later I could hear the loud deafening horn blowing, and people were standing on the boat deck waving goodbye to
I was amazed when the boat docked and we got off the ship. The island appeared to be very clean and rich. All the buildings were brightly colored with the gleaming sun shining off of them. There was an array of friendly Hondurans waiting at the bottom of the dock to greet the tourist. I could see tables set up like a swap meet with things on them waiting to be sold. As we began to shop, I noticed a sign that said tours of Honduras right here. We decided to take one. As we got into the car I noticed our tour guide had on clean but holy clothes. We took off and started our tour. As we left the boat dock, the scenery started to change. Everything went from rich looking to the looks of poverty. There were houses that didn’t have any doors on it, but people were living there. I also noticed farm animals that were weak and malnourished; Cows were the size of dogs. We arrived at a straw market, so we wanted to get out and look. As we approached the market there was a crowd of kids rushing towards us like a heard of cows. Once they reached us I realized none of them had on shoes. Their clothes were filthy black and they smelled. The children begged and pleaded for us to buy them a meal. We felt so bad that we ended up taking four of the kids to feed and put a pair of used shoes on their feet. The kids were