The great day is here, Roa, roa, the 1988 Mazda, navy blue van opened its doors at Gregorio Luperon International Airport, Puerto Plata, Dominican Republic. Every time, I visited this airport many thoughts came to mind, I asked to my-self; when would I fly for the first time? and where would I go? This fresh, sunshine, Saturday afternoon of February 25th, 1995, I hovered for the first time; my destination was the United States of America, a place that I had dream to visit all my life. Since, I was a child I love to observe people walking around the airport pulling their luggage. Today, it was my turn.
I got into the airport around 1:30 PM; I pulled my baggage and walked to the American Airline checking in station. Then, the gift shop was my next stop, I bought “dulces” and few bottle of Barcelo Ron, (dessert and Barcelo Ron) as well as little thigs for the family members that live in the United States. In my walk, there was a pounded toasted coffee smell; it reminded me, when my dad harvested and toasted coffee in the afternoons; he crushed coffee in a pestle. This why I recognized the smell of the toasted coffee. After, I continued my walk; this is when many swallow birds flew around the airport.
Gregorio Luperon International Airport, is a home for swallows and other wild birds, it has high walls and …show more content…
Yes, this was my fly number. I was very excited to fly for the first time and to get into the United States, “El paiz de as maravillas” (the wonderland), as the Hispanic population calls it. Simultaneously, I felt homesick, you know, I was leaving behind the environment, the people, the culture, and the traditions that formed my personality, grew my taste, vocation, ambitions, dreams, desires and more. Truly, the get together family reunion on Saturdays, the antique clock bell at lunch
I got into the airport around 1:30 PM; I pulled my baggage and walked to the American Airline checking in station. Then, the gift shop was my next stop, I bought “dulces” and few bottle of Barcelo Ron, (dessert and Barcelo Ron) as well as little thigs for the family members that live in the United States. In my walk, there was a pounded toasted coffee smell; it reminded me, when my dad harvested and toasted coffee in the afternoons; he crushed coffee in a pestle. This why I recognized the smell of the toasted coffee. After, I continued my walk; this is when many swallow birds flew around the airport.
Gregorio Luperon International Airport, is a home for swallows and other wild birds, it has high walls and …show more content…
Yes, this was my fly number. I was very excited to fly for the first time and to get into the United States, “El paiz de as maravillas” (the wonderland), as the Hispanic population calls it. Simultaneously, I felt homesick, you know, I was leaving behind the environment, the people, the culture, and the traditions that formed my personality, grew my taste, vocation, ambitions, dreams, desires and more. Truly, the get together family reunion on Saturdays, the antique clock bell at lunch