Nicaragua Vacation
Resolved Question: questions on Nicaragua?
how is Nicaragua different and how is it similar to the U.S.? my friends want to go there for a Vacation and i said i would look it up…..also Are there many indigenous people….do they use cell phones and stuff, or are they like laking in the technological Field….are there roads like interstates and stuff we can drive on…cause i am so0o0 totally renting a car when i get there….do they have alot o fast food?…i cant live without taco bell I LOVE IT!!! whats the weather like….i live in maine and im sick of the cold…i need somewhere warm….idk why my friends picked Nicaragua but i can go with it….i hear its a BEAUTIFUL country…well thanks a bunch for the help and i look forward to reading your answers 
Voting Question: what should i title my essay?
can you please help me come up with a good title for it i seriously dont know WHAT to call it…….thank you i really appreciate it
——>Going to a foreign country really changed the way I viewed things in life. Back in 2001, my parents decided to go on a family Vacation to their home country, Nicaragua. I was not happy at all I remember telling them %26ldquo;why are you taking me to that stupid country, I wasn’t even born there%26hellip;I hate it!%26rdquo; when I had never even been to the place. It took me five hours, pretty much the whole flight, to calm down I kept crying because I was scared. It was my first time traveling on a plane and I was complaining about how I did not want to go.
I was astonished when we arrived, I had never been out of the United States in my whole entire life. Everything was so different from back home-the people, the weather, the city, the cars. You name it. Nicaragua is a very poor country. Even my parents were left speechless because they did not remember it being so corrupt; they had not been there in twelve years. I had never seen so many homeless people in my life. One thing that caught my attention the most was that there were children who were also homeless begging for food and money. It was something that I was not used to seeing much of here in United States. These children had torn and dirty clothing, messy hair, and some of them did not even have shoes. If they were lucky enough to have a pair on, they were usually torn and their toes would show. I kept asking myself, %26ldquo;Where are these kids’ parents?%26rdquo; I asked my uncle the same thing, and he told me that in some cases their parents had abandoned them and that some of them just ran away from home because they were beat on and forced to do things they did not want to, so they would rather be on the streets for those reasons.
On our way home my family and I passed by a McDonald’s. I told my dad I was hungry so we all decided to go grab something to eat. We ordered %26ldquo;take out%26rdquo; because we had to go home before dark to unpack and get settled in our rooms. I got myself a kid’s meal, and while we drove off we caught a red light at the same time I was eating my French fries. Then, I noticed that a little girl of about six years or younger staring right at me across the car window while I ate. I immediately felt uncomfortable eating in front of her and stopped. She then spoke up and said, %26ldquo;excuse me, can I have one? I haven’t eaten all day.%26rdquo; I said, %26ldquo;sure%26rdquo; and gave her about seven fries. She snatched them right from my hand and walked away from the car. With her back to me, she stuffed them all in her mouth at once. I do not think she was aware that I was looking at her while she did this; I felt terrible for her. The light turned green, but before we took off I told myself, %26ldquo;she needs this more than I do.%26rdquo; I decided to give her my kid’s meal. I did not know her name so I caught her attention by saying, %26ldquo;hey little girl!.%26rdquo; She came closer and I reached out my kid’s meal box and handed it to her. As soon as she held the box in her hands she smiled and thanked me. She then ran off to the other side of the street and sat under a light pole.
This moment taught me a valuable lesson It made me realize that I should be thankful for having what I have: a roof over my head, clean clothing, and food. Not everyone is fortunate enough to have all these things. I was one of those people who did not really pay attention to homeless people because I would always think of them as lazy people who did not want to work and who wanted to live off the charity of others. I will not lie and say that I do not think like that anymore, because over here I sometimes do. I do care, for those in different countries because other countries usually lack money. It is difficult for them to even get a job, and how will little kids work? I saw some kids who were trying to make decent money by cleaning car windows, shining people’s shoes, selling candy, fresh fruit, and water on the streets. There are also kids who want money easily, so they just steal what they can. It is a necessity to them if they are on their own. Now when I go to Nicaragua, I do not go kicking and screaming. I actually like to go there. Even though it is the second poorest country in the world, it has a lot of beautiful places. When someone asks me for money, I give them at least one dollar, which is a lot for them. With that dollar they can buy themselves a delicious typical dish and fill their stomachs. I am glad I went over there; it opened my eyes. Life in other countries is definitely not the same as they are shown on television
yeah its okay though i complete understand you……sorry it is LONG i mean i wouldnt even wanna read myself BUT my professor wanted 750 or + words
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