My trip to Europe
(Sent by Dante Nader, a student from Baja California, Mexico)

A couple of years ago, my parents decided to take me on a trip to the south-west region of Europe. They wanted me to broaden my knowledge so I could be a more critical human being.

I was then, 11 years old. It was a wonderful trip. It was one of the times I have spent more time with my parents that than ever before.

We went to beautiful places around Spain, such as Madrid, where the warmth of its people made of it a magic adventure. We rented a car and we drove north to the gorgeous city of Pamplona, a place that's famous for their tradition of letting bulls out to the street and then people being chased by them all the way to the central cathedral. By the time we were there, unfortunately, all this was already finished.

Then we took the train up to Paris, the most beautiful city all over the world. We spent about a week there, visiting the Louvre museum, the Eiffel Tower, and having dinner from nice and expensive restaurants to humble and fast-food places.

From there, we flew back to Mexico, on a nice airplane and when we landed everything seemed too dirty after being in the unbelievable Europe.