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Tuesday, January 10, 2017

My East Coast Vacation

The f totally semester had mediocre ended, on a coarse Saturday, Father, Mother, Sabir and I were at millenary park interacting with nature; a traditional way of expending the weekend in my family. My soda pop and I were playing soccer against Mom and Sabir. My father make us a move; he whispered into my ear, We ar going on a vacation this holiday. We were in final excitement and surprise, really happy and excited. That was an opportunity we had long waited for, and present it was.\nVacations were in high carry and expensive that time of the year. The febricity of vacation was rising, reality TV shows showing how vacation was, peculiarly a group vacation. Although these vacations are strictly for the upper class, we were adequate to(p) to afford one. Sabir had earlier contacted a variety of companies that organize vacations of diverse budgets and duration, unfortunately all of them we fill and most of them had a postponement list that we did not wish to join. Our qu est for vacation began to come about day by day, until I came up with an idea, a self-organized vacation. I planned all the places and long time we were going to spend in each city, including the cost. My father was actually impressed with the outcome of my work. I planned spending decennary days on the vacation, tour New York, Washington D.C., capital of Indiana and Los Angeles, costing some thousands of dollars.The currency were allocated to transport, accommodation, feeding and shopping. On the twenty-fourth of January 2014 we went to downtown Houston to buy our tickets. luckily for us we met and old family helper that lives in New York. We were very happy, we told him about our trip and he even offered us accommodation when we arrive New York. We change contacts and left home with the tickets for a first flight the succeeding(prenominal) morning.\nOn the 24th of declination 2014, Aunty Ejim arrived home early. We all were busy putting our luggage together, very excit ed and happy, and everyone was wearing his best clothes. We were ...

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