Personal Narrative: My Mission Trip To Nicaragua
My dad had been praying about our family going on a missions trip. You will never guess what happened at our missions conference at our church on October 2011. The missionaries from Nicaragua invited our family to come visit them for a week. I didn’t want to leave the United States. I was sad to think about traveling that far away and leaving behind my family and friends.
We started praying about going and in February of 2012 we boarded the plane at Gerald R Ford International Airport and headed to Nicaragua. I was still sad, but it was kind of exciting to be on an airplane for the first time. The first thing I noticed when we got off the plane was the smell. It was a hot, pollution type smell that is very hard to describe but impossible to forget.
On our ride to the church …show more content…
We had rice,beans, shredded beef and a corn tortilla. The food was different and I didn’t really like it, but I tried to eat as much as I could to be nice. I was so happy when they had Coca~Cola to drink. We drank a lot of pop because it was cheaper than bottled water and we weren’t allowed to drink the water at the church.
The next two days my mom and sisters and I helped with a girls soccer camp. My soccer team back home made cards and bracelets for everyone and we even gave each girl their own uniform. The girls were really happy, they acted like it was Christmas. It was hard to communicate since we didn’t know much Spanish and it was really hot.
On Saturday we went on visitation and saw the houses up close. That was different. Sunday was church and it was hot inside the building. Because it was hot, they kept the doors open and beggars would walk into the church. It was also really loud because you could hear the traffic outside. I didn’t really like church, it was boring because it was hot and I didn’t understand what they were saying. The Nicaraguans were very happy we had come, I understood that even without knowing what they
We started praying about going and in February of 2012 we boarded the plane at Gerald R Ford International Airport and headed to Nicaragua. I was still sad, but it was kind of exciting to be on an airplane for the first time. The first thing I noticed when we got off the plane was the smell. It was a hot, pollution type smell that is very hard to describe but impossible to forget.
On our ride to the church …show more content…
We had rice,beans, shredded beef and a corn tortilla. The food was different and I didn’t really like it, but I tried to eat as much as I could to be nice. I was so happy when they had Coca~Cola to drink. We drank a lot of pop because it was cheaper than bottled water and we weren’t allowed to drink the water at the church.
The next two days my mom and sisters and I helped with a girls soccer camp. My soccer team back home made cards and bracelets for everyone and we even gave each girl their own uniform. The girls were really happy, they acted like it was Christmas. It was hard to communicate since we didn’t know much Spanish and it was really hot.
On Saturday we went on visitation and saw the houses up close. That was different. Sunday was church and it was hot inside the building. Because it was hot, they kept the doors open and beggars would walk into the church. It was also really loud because you could hear the traffic outside. I didn’t really like church, it was boring because it was hot and I didn’t understand what they were saying. The Nicaraguans were very happy we had come, I understood that even without knowing what they