My first family trip

It was maybe five years ago, my family and I went to Iquitos in Peru. This is the jungle region of my country, where the Amazon river passes trough. The only way you can get to the capital of Iquitos is by plane, since it's in the middle of huge rivers, Amazon's tributaries. What can i say, there are so many beautiful landscapes (of course you have to go away from the crowded city), the changing colours of the amazon river that reflex the sunshine, surrounded by colossal trees, birds. And don't forget about the little fishing boats (maximum capacity: 1 person), with these traditional fishers that fish not with a net or a conventional fishing rod. They make their own rod with a long thin wooden stick, that looks quite funny, but it works! Also, there's a town called Belen, just outside the city. It's a floating town, that goes with the river tide. All the houses are made of wood, and they're tied up to the land, so they don't float away. Actually, it really is a poor town, but people from there are just resolutely cheerful. Because of this issue, this town is not a very common tourist attraction, but i'm telling you: it's worth it. So, as i was supposed to talk about my first "family" trip, I am going to finish saying that we had a wonderful time.

A TOUR THROUGH ROUTE 66

There is no better way to visit the West Coast of US than driving through Route 66. This was my perfect holiday in the summer of 2012. Arriving in San Francisco and going on Yosemite Park until Las Vegas, then Colorado Canyon and finishing in Los Angeles…. I drove these deserted roads around 3 states: California, Nevada and Arizona, unspoilt places! And added bonus was that I overflied Colorado Canyon by helicopter. It was bliss seeing that breathtakingly beautiful landscape, eroded by the time. An unbelievable experience, hard to overcome.

my best holdiy

I still remember the details of my first hold in Syria, It was amazing, I travelled with my family( 6 boys, 2 girls, and mam).I was only 11 years old, we lived in a farm in small town set in the mountain where you can see trees everywhere in the house, and the food and everything was  fresh, also the weather was very nice in a summer time. it's was a new experience for me, We were doing everything spontaneously, and innocently.

 

My first holiday abroad I enjoyed my first holiday abroad in Italy. My sister, me and two other girls booked a guided tour by bus to Rome for one week. We stayed in a little hotel outside of Rome, so, it was not so expensive. Every day, the bus took us to Rome and on a few days we had guided tours to Rome`s most famous sightseeings. But the most impressive event for me was an excursion to the Villa D`Este in the Albanian Mountains. This villa was surrounded by a park you had an amazing view over the valley below from. In the park you could not only find a pool surrounded by statues and archs but also a vast number of fountains. Most of them not easily to discover because placed in a stonewall and hidden by plants or at a tiny edge at a staircase. Many of the fountains were made by stone and depicted the face of a mythological figure. Cheers Eve

My worst holidays

In retrospect, nowadays I don't think those days were all that bad. But as I was not in the mood, my ten days in Porto Seguro, at the Brazilian northeast, in 2006, were some of the most boring that I ever lived. First of all, it was very hot, more than 30ºC at night. Second: my hotel was far from any urban centre and internet was an unimaginable concept in there. And third: there was no one from my age. In the end I survived, but I fell very sorry for my parents. I cant't imagine how they didn't killed me for being such a pain in the neck. On the other hand, those were some very inspiring days: I had nothing else to do, so I read about five books in less than two weeks.

My first, my best, my worst

I'm really looking forward to reading about your first/best/worst holidays on our blog......and I'll tell you about mine too! It's our last lesson together tomorrow, so I really hope you can all come :)

Should western museums (such as the British Museum) return their artefacts to the countries they came from?

History and culture identify all human kind. The link between a man and his history is unique and undeniable. Traditions and memories are transferred from generation to generation, building up the culture, which unifies people. The evidence of this evolution, the creation of a society trough time, is shown in many ancient sculptures, paintings, etc.; now exhibited in museums all around the world.

Having said that, it might be no alternatives: western museum should definitely return foreign exhibits. It’s true that most of these museums have legally acquired these artefacts, and are maintained in perfect conditions (expending quite a lot of money). However, these artefacts can´t be bought, because they’re not a one-man’s property, they’re the property of a society and all its generations. These objects identify one culture, one place, one community. You cannot sell the identity of a country.

On the other hand, I don’t see the problem in lending artefacts to foreign nations, as long as these governments recognize the property of the artefacts’ country.

A nation is made by its culture and history, which are captured in ancient artefacts that are priceless not only to one nation, but to the world. Can´t be sold, but they’re worthy of admiration.