In 2004, my family and I took a trip to Venezuela to visit our family and to give .
our respects to my mother's grave-site. When our plane landed, the weather was breezy and .
a warm 85 degrees - much different from the Vermont weather I'd become accustomed to. We proceeded by collecting our luggage and we walked towards the gates, where my Venezuelan family was waiting. .
What a beautiful site they were.
Four years had passed since I'd been home to Venezuela. It was good to everyone.
The children had all grown up and there were new additions to the family - infants and toddlers. They were all so happy to see us. We hugged, we laughed and even cried tears of happiness. Outside, the cars were waiting to take us home, a place I had become a stranger to. We arrived at the house and there were a lot of people there waiting with smiles and wonderful hugs. We spent our days reminiscing, laughing and learning about each other. I went to the markets, the mall, and visited friends' houses. These things brought back many memories.
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When there were three days left to my seventeen day vacation, my family and I.
piled into two vehicles and headed to a beach house. The house.
was located in a little town called, Sabaneta. I was excited to see more family and .
friends and also to see and the beach. Living in Vermont, I had missed the beach very much.
Growing up in Venezuela, I had always loved beach, the sun and the hot weather and humid weather. .
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As a child, I also loved the holidays and I would wait eagerly for them to come so my mom.
would take me to the beach. I remember just watching the tides that came and went and .
waves that broke in different parts of the ocean. The ocean was filled with things that calmed me. Huge waves breaking and crashing - it was like the water was dancing or showing a fit of anger daring a person to look at it. I still feel that there is nothing like the ocean to calm me. .
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On our ride to Sabaneta, we drove over the interstate bridge.
The Nixons never ate in a restaurant or took even a brief vacation. ... Paul Smith, whom Nixon called "the greatest intellectual inspiration of my early years." ... In 1958, he faced down hostile demonstrations in Peru and Venezuela, and in 1959 he had his famous "kitchen debate" with Khrushchev at an American exhibit in Moscow. ...
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