Greatest Adventure

Being from a diverse background, I have been to many different, exotic places. My greatest adventure would have to be when I was 12 years old and I went to the city where my mother was born in. I went to Tipitapa, Nicaragua, located between Lake Managua and Lake Tipitapa. Tipitapa, how it is set up, is different from other cities. It is made up of both urban and rural areas containing eight districts, five districts of the boundaries, and seven settlements. As soon as I left the landing strip, I knew I was in another country. There were cattle everywhere and a lot of vegetation. The fondest memory I have that day is riding through a park on a pony. I had on a red bandana and little pink boots. I remember eating a piece of meat that day; it was the most scrumptious dish that day. I thought I was having a gourmet meal. Little did I know, that piece of meat was far from gourmet. I ate turtles that day. Little turtles; steamed, boiled, seasoned, and ready to be fed to little Nathalie. ‘Til this day, I still don’t understand how it tasted so good! That day I also remember a lot of laughter. It was my first day in the city and I was being introduced to the family. All of us decided to take a ride on a few horses but I remember that the pony ride did not end well for everybody. As my mother, oblivious to her surroundings, picked her horse to ride, she happened to pick the youngest, smallest, horse out in the field. As soon as she swung her leg over the body, the horse’s legs just collapsed to the floor. That day was a crazy, wild adventure I will never forget.