Monday, December 16, 2019
The Day Of Colorado For Spring Break - 1264 Words
Adrian Monk, from the wonderful usa television series Monk, only drinks Sierra Springs bottled water. I once came across a magnificent bottle of Sierra springs while traveling the lands of Oregon, United States, only to find out that some repulsive human being thought it necessary to relieve themselves in the bottle. Yes, you heard me. Adrian Monks favorite water was not, in fact, water but the urine of a dirty, dirty specimen. I didnââ¬â¢t let this ruin my trip, though. This spring break was on that I would remember for a long time. When my parents told me that we would be going to Oregon for spring break, I was super excited because I had never been on a plane, let alone to a state more foreign than Minnesota. Of course other kids in myâ⬠¦show more contentâ⬠¦Take off was a whirlwind of emotions and the flight was a bumpy hour. Every time the plane moved it created a tickle belly sensation that made me laugh out loud almost the entire ride. People were most likely annoyed with me but this was the most tickle bellies Iââ¬â¢d received in my entire life. What a time to be alive. Daylight slowly escaped us as we finally arrived in Portland. Rental car, two parents who didnââ¬â¢t know where they were going and three kids who were worn out and were falling asleep in the very spot they stood. Iââ¬â¢m sure the frustration was rising with each minute that passed. Looking out of the window and seeing the lights of the city made me so excited and energized. All I really wanted to do was jump out of the car and walk around in the streets of Portland. Become one of those young adult ââ¬Å"hipstersâ⬠who were just living their life while also being vegan and liberal and against animal cruelty and owning large glasses and beanies and riding their bikes everywhere. Portland was known to be the creator and birthplace of the hipster and this was something that I wanted for myself later in life, I was sure of it. Day one was to travel to a small small town on the outskirts of Portland to see my grandma Barb and grandpa Bob. The town had a population of approximately 500 and there were at least six churches. One on every block. My grandma s house was dainty and dated but her yard was huge and included a walking
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