my trip to CARACAS
Sorry to everyone that read attentivly.. I forget to write at times... but I ove ya ALL ! DECRIPSTION OF A DAY N MY LIFE.. IS COOMING OUT SOON.. BE ONE THE LOOK OUT.
My trip to Caracas .
So I was told that it was a possibility that we ( my host parents and I ) were to go in Caracas to buy glasses for my host dad job ( he’s and eye doctor at a rotary clinic.) ON thrusday night I question them about its .. and everything is set to go. Were to leave at 5ish am the next morning. Meaning that I get to miss a day of school…. ( I don’t like missing school in general. Because its always just more work when I come back. To make up all that I missed. But anyways. Im exsited to see the capital, I heard the city is hurge and filled of history , places to shop , gangsters soo on and soo forth.. and also that theres a Subway ( which I would get to ride , Ive read about it before I came to Venezuela.. and the CARACAS subways were know to be clean and other good things. sO we leave on Friday morning .. im a little tiered ive had problems sleeping latetly idk why .. but anyways.. OH and I have just gotten my period like the night befoe ( this might be too much information,… but it comes to play in the story ) … soo im napping on the 5 hour trp to caracas listening to my ipod , who I thought was broken until I found out that the socket I was plugging it in to charge had blown up….. Excitingly listening to my ipod.. to the song I had believed were lost. My host parents failed to tell me where we were to sleep that night ( because this was to be a two day trip.. go into caracas buy the good sleep idk where and head back the next morning ) SO I questioned them. Turns out that were sleeping at my uncles host in Miranda ( an other state) which is like 3 hours to drive too with traffic.,
We get to caracas, my cameras battery dies.. soo I buy new ones just for the trip..I want to take pictures of course. Theres crazy traffic in caracas and anywhere around it… I would say theres about half a million to many ppl living in this city. Its really hot. Im sweating like always.. Im getting cramps from hell due to my period. And im out into an unknown lane. When we finally fine a parking gargare.. we get out… walk around a little , look for the store where we can buy the glasses. My host mom has the idea of buying a purse in her head.. soo we have to wait for her like every time theres purses in sale in sight. Personally the concept of shopping doesn’t appeal to me. So being in a mini mall that’s just dedicated to accessories for females.. doesn’t exactly stricke me as fun… but anyways the experience is good. We continue walking around. I don’t feel soo good , due to the fact that im loosing blood. And the scorching hot sun is upon me. But I shack it of… its now about to change anytime soon. We go to pretty places. To the original house of Simon Bolivar ( I don’t know much about him besides the fact that hes the liberator of Venezuela. Form the Spanish .. and that his face is plastered just about everywhere in my town here.. in Venezuela as well actually. I ask my host parents from some history back round on the paintings im looking at .. at the rooms I vistits , they don’t seem to know much .. for example I asked them about the different battles that were painting. . what was the reason they were fighting there.. why is it important… why was this genereal memorable enough to be painted..and they answer things statements like.. oh he was a general that fought with .. Simon Bolivar. Or.. that’s one of the battle Simon Bolivar fought in. SO…. From this I conclude that I better get on buying an history book of Venezuela if I wanna learn anything.. more specific. They walk rapidly throught the historical house. I want to notice details , as in why is there 7 lock drawers in a round talbe that sits four ?.. what was placed in those drawers,,, im nosy I guess.. I get no answer to my unasked question. And processed on to follow my host parents to an other location in the city. The city is gorgeous at laces and looks like a dump at others.. ive come to the conclusion that Venezuelans aren’t ever thuaght not to throw there gargabe on the grown , in the streets , beaches so on and so forth.. because if and area is civilized here… its filled with garbage randomly abouts.
I mention this phenomenon to one of my friends here.. and he answers me smarlty that if he didn’t trash the city. That he´d be taken away some one job.. some one meal. (( umm that’s statement sounds familiar.. don’t it ?? ) but anyways back to caracas.. the difference between rich and poor is enormous. And due to the numerous garbage all around and the pollution from all the cars.. its makes it hard to breath, contently. Quickly.. we get back in the cars in theres and instead rush. I fall asleep again , i don’t feel good my craps are back . We drive to this chicken place. ( my host parents are suppose to be watching the amount of grease and fat they take in. both of them recently found out they have hight cholesterol ( umm wonder why… the most famous foods here a fried and cooked with grease. ) but anyways… this chicken turns out to be greasy. I feel sick. My cramps are acting up. I need iron. I feel pale.
We then continue or journey to her brothers house. Im sleeping they get lost. And theres horrible traffic.. like we weren’t moving for at least a half hours every 70 miles… or so. We get to her brothers appt. he lives on the 22 floor . by morning come to find out that I don’t go good at that height of altitude. Im feeling dizy , about to faint type of thing… soo I tell my host parents.. and they take my blood pressure so one and so forth.. make my drink sugary water. At this point I just want to throw up. I need iron. I get like iron vitamin.. and were on hour way back to CARACAS. Reason why, no clue. Theres a mis communication.. and im to busy feeling sick in the back seat that I just don’t care… anyways.. I was told that I was going to get to ride the metro.. soo I figure that’s what were going t do….. we find a parking garage.. get on the metro. I feel sick. Get of the metro. I cant breath due to all the pollution .and my present condition. Find the closes bathroom ..and trwo upp all that I ate for breakfast. I don’t like most of the cheese here. And cant stand the margarine.. idont think they have butter.. ive yet to seen it anywhere….. after.. my beign sick.. we head back to buy some last minute frames for the shop.. and then were back on the subway. Oh and throught out all the day the keep trying to feed me things.. but my body wont take it… …. We get back in the car. I think were going back home… but no… we end up at her brothers house again.. where thereall sickness started.. isn’t that fun.. and this is where im writing this from.
WARNING: I always get told no to write when im emotional, or fustraded.. because then it will seemm like im not having a good time here.. this s not the case fellow reader. IM loving my time in VENEZUELA. How ever today was a bad day.. and since no one s`peakes English around me.. and I cant exactly complaint to anyone.. im complaining on here. Don’t take it personally anyone.. if your read this far .. your oviously interested about my bad day… well let me ease your mind.its wasn’t soo bad. IM feeling a little better. Ill be fine ! nothing to worry about . oh any by the way I also lost a necklace today. To add toeverything. A unreplacebel necklace.. .im hopping its in the ccar somewhere.. since I notice that the chain had broken up when I got here. Ummm idk.. till next time fellow readers—I love you all. Lors.
My trip to Caracas .
So I was told that it was a possibility that we ( my host parents and I ) were to go in Caracas to buy glasses for my host dad job ( he’s and eye doctor at a rotary clinic.) ON thrusday night I question them about its .. and everything is set to go. Were to leave at 5ish am the next morning. Meaning that I get to miss a day of school…. ( I don’t like missing school in general. Because its always just more work when I come back. To make up all that I missed. But anyways. Im exsited to see the capital, I heard the city is hurge and filled of history , places to shop , gangsters soo on and soo forth.. and also that theres a Subway ( which I would get to ride , Ive read about it before I came to Venezuela.. and the CARACAS subways were know to be clean and other good things. sO we leave on Friday morning .. im a little tiered ive had problems sleeping latetly idk why .. but anyways.. OH and I have just gotten my period like the night befoe ( this might be too much information,… but it comes to play in the story ) … soo im napping on the 5 hour trp to caracas listening to my ipod , who I thought was broken until I found out that the socket I was plugging it in to charge had blown up….. Excitingly listening to my ipod.. to the song I had believed were lost. My host parents failed to tell me where we were to sleep that night ( because this was to be a two day trip.. go into caracas buy the good sleep idk where and head back the next morning ) SO I questioned them. Turns out that were sleeping at my uncles host in Miranda ( an other state) which is like 3 hours to drive too with traffic.,
We get to caracas, my cameras battery dies.. soo I buy new ones just for the trip..I want to take pictures of course. Theres crazy traffic in caracas and anywhere around it… I would say theres about half a million to many ppl living in this city. Its really hot. Im sweating like always.. Im getting cramps from hell due to my period. And im out into an unknown lane. When we finally fine a parking gargare.. we get out… walk around a little , look for the store where we can buy the glasses. My host mom has the idea of buying a purse in her head.. soo we have to wait for her like every time theres purses in sale in sight. Personally the concept of shopping doesn’t appeal to me. So being in a mini mall that’s just dedicated to accessories for females.. doesn’t exactly stricke me as fun… but anyways the experience is good. We continue walking around. I don’t feel soo good , due to the fact that im loosing blood. And the scorching hot sun is upon me. But I shack it of… its now about to change anytime soon. We go to pretty places. To the original house of Simon Bolivar ( I don’t know much about him besides the fact that hes the liberator of Venezuela. Form the Spanish .. and that his face is plastered just about everywhere in my town here.. in Venezuela as well actually. I ask my host parents from some history back round on the paintings im looking at .. at the rooms I vistits , they don’t seem to know much .. for example I asked them about the different battles that were painting. . what was the reason they were fighting there.. why is it important… why was this genereal memorable enough to be painted..and they answer things statements like.. oh he was a general that fought with .. Simon Bolivar. Or.. that’s one of the battle Simon Bolivar fought in. SO…. From this I conclude that I better get on buying an history book of Venezuela if I wanna learn anything.. more specific. They walk rapidly throught the historical house. I want to notice details , as in why is there 7 lock drawers in a round talbe that sits four ?.. what was placed in those drawers,,, im nosy I guess.. I get no answer to my unasked question. And processed on to follow my host parents to an other location in the city. The city is gorgeous at laces and looks like a dump at others.. ive come to the conclusion that Venezuelans aren’t ever thuaght not to throw there gargabe on the grown , in the streets , beaches so on and so forth.. because if and area is civilized here… its filled with garbage randomly abouts.
I mention this phenomenon to one of my friends here.. and he answers me smarlty that if he didn’t trash the city. That he´d be taken away some one job.. some one meal. (( umm that’s statement sounds familiar.. don’t it ?? ) but anyways back to caracas.. the difference between rich and poor is enormous. And due to the numerous garbage all around and the pollution from all the cars.. its makes it hard to breath, contently. Quickly.. we get back in the cars in theres and instead rush. I fall asleep again , i don’t feel good my craps are back . We drive to this chicken place. ( my host parents are suppose to be watching the amount of grease and fat they take in. both of them recently found out they have hight cholesterol ( umm wonder why… the most famous foods here a fried and cooked with grease. ) but anyways… this chicken turns out to be greasy. I feel sick. My cramps are acting up. I need iron. I feel pale.
We then continue or journey to her brothers house. Im sleeping they get lost. And theres horrible traffic.. like we weren’t moving for at least a half hours every 70 miles… or so. We get to her brothers appt. he lives on the 22 floor . by morning come to find out that I don’t go good at that height of altitude. Im feeling dizy , about to faint type of thing… soo I tell my host parents.. and they take my blood pressure so one and so forth.. make my drink sugary water. At this point I just want to throw up. I need iron. I get like iron vitamin.. and were on hour way back to CARACAS. Reason why, no clue. Theres a mis communication.. and im to busy feeling sick in the back seat that I just don’t care… anyways.. I was told that I was going to get to ride the metro.. soo I figure that’s what were going t do….. we find a parking garage.. get on the metro. I feel sick. Get of the metro. I cant breath due to all the pollution .and my present condition. Find the closes bathroom ..and trwo upp all that I ate for breakfast. I don’t like most of the cheese here. And cant stand the margarine.. idont think they have butter.. ive yet to seen it anywhere….. after.. my beign sick.. we head back to buy some last minute frames for the shop.. and then were back on the subway. Oh and throught out all the day the keep trying to feed me things.. but my body wont take it… …. We get back in the car. I think were going back home… but no… we end up at her brothers house again.. where thereall sickness started.. isn’t that fun.. and this is where im writing this from.
WARNING: I always get told no to write when im emotional, or fustraded.. because then it will seemm like im not having a good time here.. this s not the case fellow reader. IM loving my time in VENEZUELA. How ever today was a bad day.. and since no one s`peakes English around me.. and I cant exactly complaint to anyone.. im complaining on here. Don’t take it personally anyone.. if your read this far .. your oviously interested about my bad day… well let me ease your mind.its wasn’t soo bad. IM feeling a little better. Ill be fine ! nothing to worry about . oh any by the way I also lost a necklace today. To add toeverything. A unreplacebel necklace.. .im hopping its in the ccar somewhere.. since I notice that the chain had broken up when I got here. Ummm idk.. till next time fellow readers—I love you all. Lors.
posted by Lorriana at 4:01 PM
2 Comments:
Fellow writer, you are living some harsh realities. You lost a necklace, but have you found a ring?
huh what ring ?? and for the record I did end up finiding the medalion of the necklass.. but idk , everything happends for a reason.. <
and who are you askinstoo ?
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