My Trip to New Zealand

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"My Trip To New Zealand" I thought my dream trip to New Zealand would be filled with lounging on the beach, horseback riding, and hiking to magnificent waterfalls at sunset. Instead, I ended up squeezed in the back of a small car after a 22-hour flight. I could hear cars and planes all around me. Little did I know I was about to experience one of the most shocking, yet educational, experiences of my life. Traveling is one of my passions; I love learning about different ways of life. Because of this trip, I am more understanding, open to other people’s ideas, and able to adapt to other cultures. First, my family and I traveled to Te Awamutu, a town on the North Island. We stayed with a family whose house sits on top of a mountain. I could see wildlife everywhere. They had a panoramic view of a gorgeous river and their home was completely secluded. I could smell and taste the salty water of the river. Because of this, the family spent quality time with each other, of which I was jealous. I always knew that some people were farmers, but watching them work hard and depend on the land for income overwhelmed me. They owned hundreds of sheep and cattle which were scattered across the bright green hills. I watched the shepherd call the sheep in to feed them and, remarkably, every sheep recognized his voice and came running. Then, I watched how he gently sheared them in order to send the wool to be made into sweaters and blankets. I felt the wool in my hands and it felt just like a fluffy pillow. My mom described New Zealand as being like America in the fifties because people there are so relaxed. It is mind-boggling how slow-paced their lives are. I realized how materialistic Americans are by seeing that New Zealanders are not concerned with the size of their homes, fashion, or the number of cars they own. They do not worry

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