Fourth grade field trip
The first time I ever left the United States I visited Iran when I was nine years old. I was really excited because I was going to go on a vacation with my family in the middle of the school year for two whole months (woaw, cool!). Once we got there I was overwhelmed by the differences in everyday interactions from the way people drove, to the way they used the toilet. Most importantly I was able to meet my extended family for the first time. I met my grandmother’s chickens and rooster and chased them around hoping I could play with them. I met my many many cousins and played a hand drum for the first time. All these years later, I still remember certain parts of that trip vividly and fondly miss my cousins. I learned for the first time that to experience cultural difference you have to be physically present for it and for this lesson on traveling I am most grateful.