I have been told to add more insight as to how this experience was important to me. Also, I'd like to maybe improve my vocabulary and sentence structure to make it a more readable essay.
The summer of 2011 proved to be one of the best. It was the summer my family and I traveled to Italy for two weeks with my grandparents. Initially, this was just another ordinary vacation. Though I am an Italian-American, I merely looked at it as another family trip, only this time the flight was much longer. It wasn't until I arrived in Italy and spoke with my Grandmother that I realized what this vacation was really all about. My grandparents immigrated to the United States as teenagers. They left behind many of their family and friends to pursue a new life in America. What my Grandmother told me has and will stay with me for a very long time. She said this, "I was about your age when I came to America. Imagine picking up all of your things right now and moving to a foreign country. Somewhere you have never been before. Leaving your friends, family, and comfort zone to start a completely new life." These words really made me wonder. At first I thought about how hard it must have been for her and my Grandfather to grow accustomed to a whole new continent. Then, I thought about how lucky I was to have been living in one place my whole life. Finally, I wondered what kind of life my grandparents lived for the developing years of their lives. Being in Italy, I had a once in a lifetime opportunity to satisfy these curiosities. It was my chance to explore the culture of my ancestors.
Instead of a hotel, my family and I stayed with relatives. The house was not especially big, which made for close quarters with many people. In the two weeks I stayed in Italy, I feel as though I gained a new grasp on life. My Grandmother took me to her old school and house. She told me many stories about her parents and their lives. This was all a new experience for me. It allowed me to compare her childhood to mine, old Italian culture to modern American culture. This trip was not a traditional European vacation. There was no sightseeing. There was no traveling to different parts of the country. Instead, it was about the heritage, history, and culture of my family. I learned what it was like to be a real Italian. I saw how my grandparents lived when they were my age, only modernized. It may not seem like much, but this experience really means a lot to me. I would not have wished to go anywhere else, and I can only hope to return to the native land of my family.
The summer of 2011 proved to be one of the best. It was the summer my family and I traveled to Italy for two weeks with my grandparents. Initially, this was just another ordinary vacation. Though I am an Italian-American, I merely looked at it as another family trip, only this time the flight was much longer. It wasn't until I arrived in Italy and spoke with my Grandmother that I realized what this vacation was really all about. My grandparents immigrated to the United States as teenagers. They left behind many of their family and friends to pursue a new life in America. What my Grandmother told me has and will stay with me for a very long time. She said this, "I was about your age when I came to America. Imagine picking up all of your things right now and moving to a foreign country. Somewhere you have never been before. Leaving your friends, family, and comfort zone to start a completely new life." These words really made me wonder. At first I thought about how hard it must have been for her and my Grandfather to grow accustomed to a whole new continent. Then, I thought about how lucky I was to have been living in one place my whole life. Finally, I wondered what kind of life my grandparents lived for the developing years of their lives. Being in Italy, I had a once in a lifetime opportunity to satisfy these curiosities. It was my chance to explore the culture of my ancestors.
Instead of a hotel, my family and I stayed with relatives. The house was not especially big, which made for close quarters with many people. In the two weeks I stayed in Italy, I feel as though I gained a new grasp on life. My Grandmother took me to her old school and house. She told me many stories about her parents and their lives. This was all a new experience for me. It allowed me to compare her childhood to mine, old Italian culture to modern American culture. This trip was not a traditional European vacation. There was no sightseeing. There was no traveling to different parts of the country. Instead, it was about the heritage, history, and culture of my family. I learned what it was like to be a real Italian. I saw how my grandparents lived when they were my age, only modernized. It may not seem like much, but this experience really means a lot to me. I would not have wished to go anywhere else, and I can only hope to return to the native land of my family.
