For the past
few years my family has been traveling to Puerto Rico with my grandma to spend
Thanksgiving in a nice resort town with palm trees, Caribbean seas and warm
breezes that I looked forward to all year. All with the except for this year,
because this year my mother decided that it would be nice if we went to visit
my grandpa instead. And no, unfortunately my grandpa doesn’t live in Florida;
instead he lives in Campton, New Hampshire. And on Thanksgiving Day Campton New
Hampshire had six inches of snow already on the ground and it was 6 degrees at
noon when we got there.
The drive up was
something I would not wish upon anyone. We hit enough traffic to delay us for
two hours and it was pouring rain the entire time. On top of that my mother is
a terrible driver without traffic or rain. Now, with us driving in the same
direction as the storm and her slamming on the breaks was a nightmare. This was
especially true for a person who tends to get car sick, like myself. The
experience continued with yelling and arguing from every member of my family
for the entire car ride there.
When we finally
got to my grandpa’s house that I hadn’t seen in more than two years it wasn’t
much better. I felt out of place in his home that he shared with his new
fiancée. I quickly escaped to a bedroom and fell asleep hoping to make my time
pass by in New Hampshire quickly. As I stayed in the room for most of the
morning I finally went downstairs when it was time to eat for Thanksgiving. I
do not like meat much so Thanksgiving is one of my least favorite holidays for
food. As I went downstairs and looked at the table that is when I realized I
had too quickly judged my grandpa and all of New Hampshire. My grandpa had made
me a plate of pasta since he knew I didn’t like Thanksgiving. I couldn’t
believe he had remembered from years ago when we had Thanksgiving with him. I
spent the rest of the day having a good time enjoying the company of my family,
which would never have happened if we went to Puerto Rico. I would have most
likely just spent the day with my brother on the beach.
It is funny
how sometimes what starts off as horrible traveling experiences can turn into
memories that you will remember forever.
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