When I was about seventeen years old, I took a trip to Miami with my mother for fun since there had been a long time we had traveled abroad. Our plan was to go shopping at Miami malls and also to take a brief trip to Disneyland. I had been there before, when I was a kid about 10 years old, but I wanted to go to Disneyland and the rollercoaster park again because I couldn’t go on the rollercoasters when I was little due to my height.
I was extremely happy to go there again. It felt like I was going to an exciting, full of adventure world that could make me forget about all my problems all at once. In addition, the parks would be places where I could eat different food from what I was used to. I would see different people speaking a strange, intriguing and sophisticated language because it was how it sounded to my ears, where every little detail would be different from the stale routine of going to school that I was used to.
After some days I had been in Miami, I didn’t feel as happy as I thought I would be, because my mother and I didn’t speak English very well. I still knew a bit more English than her back then, since I had English classes at school once a week and there had been some years she hadn’t had any contact with the English language. As a result, we had trouble communicating with native speakers and they probably had trouble trying to figure out what we were trying to say. This strange feeling became more intense, because one of the taxi drivers tried to deceive us by bringing us to a small waterpark near by that had been closed for months and then charging us for it. Besides, we hadn’t planned many activities to do so that we had a huge amount of free time that wasn’t filled up. Furthermore, going to the malls for shopping wasn’t a great joy either, for me, at that time, since going shopping was boring and deterrent. We had spend 15 days in Miami and we had just 5 or 6 days to go to the parks that I was looking forward to.
Arriving at Disneyland brought me a jubilant sensation of delightful adventures to come, making my expectations considerably high on that part of the trip. Afterwards, my hopes all fell apart. I remember being excited about going places trying to drag my mother all around to the attractions, not wanting to waste a tiny single bit of time being idle. The disaster all happened when I ate a love apple at one of the parks. Later on the next day, I begin to feel sick, and suddenly, I saw myself throwing up several times and having diarrhea. It hit me so violently, that I could say I had vomitted countless times in the past 20 hours that afternoon. I had nothing in my stomach and I would puke just a mix of water and stomach bile. The whole next day turned out to be the same scatological outcome. I was so weak that I could barely walk. It was when my mother decided to call a doctor.
The doctor prescribed some pills to me and suggested to avoid eating solid food or any kind of dairy. I was slowly getting better, even though, I’d still vomit occasionally. The next day I remained near the room walking around the hotel sometimes so I wouldn’t be as disappointed. The next 3 following days I would go to the parks but I was prohibited of going on any attraction that would give me some sort of excitement in order to avoid throwing up. Yet, I wouldn’t care if I’d throw up later, I just felt a strong desire to eventually go on those rollercoasters. Then, the fateful day came, the day we had to fly back home to Brazil. Even when I was in the plane to fly back, I remember vommiting, which afterwards lead my mother to bring me to a doctor in Brazil. It was very frustrating for me because since I was a 10 year old I had a dream of riding those rollercoasters and again, we had been so far away from home and I couldn’t do it.
Nevertheless, I tried to take some good lesson from that experience, and it dawned on me that that trip lacked planning. Consequently, if I wanted not to have so many problems and a awkward trip like that, one of the solutions would be that I’d have at least to learn how to communicate with natives from the place I was in properly, so I decided to take English lessons apart from school. Today, that decision has shown results, because I understand and speak much better English that I used to.


