My childhood weekends are filled with memories of napping on long car rides and having my mom shake me awake as we reached the Golden Gate Bridge. Crossing the intersection of quiet Petaluma and the bustling streets of San Francisco marked a segue to a different world. For as long as I can remember, my family and I took the hour long trip to San Francisco almost every weekend to get traditional Chinese groceries. We would spend the day browsing the aisles of D&T Shop, Sheng Kee bakery, and countless other nameless stores. The best ones didn't have names, just patched up signs and unorganized aisles that bore elusive specialties. I would run through the aisles mesmerized by the assortments of ramen, the spiked vegetables, and the barrels of bitter spices; Costco and Safeway just couldn't compare. Mom would buy the jiu cai he zi that she used to eat for breakfast in her youth, and Dad would pick up the lotus root and tofu knots that his mother used to cook with. When we returned home, my mom would prepare traditional Chinese dishes for dinner with the fresh groceries. San Francisco brought my parents the comforts of their home, and immersed me in my Chinese culture. As the years passed, my childlike fascination in the endless aisles of noodles and live catfish butchery gradually waned. My parents began dropping me off as they shopped, and I began a cycle of visiting each art museum in San Francisco. Perusing the rooms at the De Young, MoMA, and Asian Art Museum sparked that childlike curiosity in me once again. I began painting and drawing and sketching at home, desperate to embody Dalí's mystique and Picasso's emotion. It was when I turned 16, I was finally allowed to volunteer at the Asian Art Museum. I remember the first day; it was a chilly Sunday and the opening day of the new kimono exhibit. I expected my partner to ignore me because she seemed so professional, whilst I barely knew what I was doing. However, Evelyn and I immediately hit it off and talked for the entire shift. She told me her story immigrating from the Philippines and about her career as a patent attorney. Evelyn gave me advice for my future and even offered me an intern position. In just a few hours, a stranger had become a friend and a mentor. In the next few months, I found myself meeting someone new during each volunteer shift and learning all about different life stories, careers, and experiences. One of the most memorable interactions was with Alex, who had studied art history at Duke University, and just gotten a curator position. She told me all about the intricacies of popular Asian art pieces, bringing us back into the social conditions that explained and inspired different aspects of many works. Those three hours inspired me to enroll in an art history course at the junior college, where I'm learning about worldwide cultures and history that have produced artistic expressions. It's so satisfying to see art as a vehicle that connects everything – culture, psychology, politics, aesthetics, etc. To understand why and how the Sistine Ceiling, Rembrandt's portraits, Van Gogh's landscapes, and Munch's Scream still touch people today, is to truly realize the extent of the visual language. I see the Asian Art Museum through a new lens now, wondering how the distinctive life experiences of each visitor allows them to interpret different pieces. San Francisco has given me a broader view of the whole world. Each month, I've met someone new, learned a unique story, and discovered interests. In San Francisco, I've traveled to my homeland, and visited places around the globe, experiencing thrills in the unique experiences of others.
I'm originally from Wrexham, North Wales but i love to travel. I'm 12 (almost 13) and i now live in France with my big family. I have traveled to a lot of countries in Europe, but this story is about my trip to my dream place, the USA. We rented a Camper Van, to travel around San Francisco, Yosemite National Park, Death Valley National Park, Las Vegas, Grand Canyon National Park, Route 66, Joshua Tree National Park, Los Angeles, Highway 1 along the coast, Big Sur, and Half Moon Bay. We spent just over 2 weeks on this trip, in a large 30ft RV perfect for six people. I had traveled a lot, but never before been in an RV, so this was amazing for me. We flew in to Oakland International Airport on Thursday 27th September. We made our way in a bus to our hotel Econo Lodge, and we stayed the night in a nice room. But because of Jet-Lag, we didn't sleep much, actually i didn't sleep at all, so i just spent the night watching TV. I'm normally not a very sleepy person, let alone with the added Jet-Lag. I finally fell asleep for about 2 hours, before waking up again realizing that it was time to go pick up the RV. At 12.00am we got an Uber, and he took us to the RV rental place. When we got in the RV, it was massive with 2 double beds, and 2 single beds. The table and chairs were we sat when driving was a sofa-bed. We then picked up the RV and made our way down to Half Moon Bay, California. were we spent 3 days seeing the beautiful dolphins, in their wild habitat, and also trying out fast food places we'd never been to. On the last day before we left for Yosemite, we had our first 'Dunkin 'Donuts ever. We were all so excited to leave for the 6h trip to Yosemite, because it would be our first long drive. We drove and finally got into the National Park at about 17.00pm, but it was still 2 hours to the RV park, and we started seeing lots of signs for bears and we got excited. We had some cereal when we were about an hour from the park and then the little ones fell asleep, as we started seeing signs for mountain lions! We finally arrived at the RV Park, and spent three days going on walks, and eating at the Yosemite National Park Restaurant where i had the best chili ever. Yosemite was amazing and it was sad to leave especially without seeing a bear, which i really wanted to see, but i will one day. We traveled 2 hours, before arriving at a sign that said Death Valley National Park, it was amazing as i also saw a sign saying Welcome to Nevada. we traveled hours into Death Valley until we finally came across a nice looking RV park, but i wouldn't know, because i was asleep. I woke up to the amazing sunrise and desert all around. I saw rabbits with unbelievably long ears, and the Death Valley Visitor Center. Death Valley was beautiful, and i even bought a t-shirt from the Visitor Center, but to make our trip work, we had to go straight through it to get to Grand Canyon National Park. But Death Valley wasn't over as we still hadn't seen Las Vegas and i didn't even realize we were there when we were. We were in the middle of the desert supposedly nobody for at least 50 miles, and that's when we came over a hill, and i saw a massive city that went on for miles. We passed Retail Park after Retail Park, gambling, poker, take everything you know about Las Vegas and it will be right. Just like "The Films". We weren't really planning on stopping in Las Vegas as we were eager to get to Grand Canyon, but we still went to shop at Walmart. We bought a lot, and spent about an hour in there. We also bought a big back of sweets, so i was happy. We then jumped back in the van, and left for the Grand Canyon. Again, we were all excited. It was still another 4 hours till we got there. I fell asleep at about 21.30pm and when i woke up, we were there. I was happy, and also excited to go to the Viewing Point. Where i would finally see the amazing Grand Canyon. I saw it and it was incredible. We went back to the camper van, and stayed there for about 2 hours before going to see the sunset. We got there on time (for once) and watched as the beautiful poured out as the sun went down. The next morning me and my mum woke up at 6.00am and went to see the beautiful sunrise. It was amazing. We then left and made our way down the coast to Santa Cruz along Highway 1. For me it's officially the best road I've ever driven on. We then arrived back at beautiful Half Moon Bay were we spent 3 days. I loved it there, we also saw the most incredible seals, they were beautiful! We watched as the dolphins danced along the coast and we ate at the restaurant ever, were i got a chili burger, and cheesecake (the restaurant was very expensive as i noticed the bill. That was our last day as we made our way back down the 40 minute drive to Oakland Airport, where we got Burger King as we got ready for our 10 hour flight home. At 20.00pm we boarded the flight and i watched a film (Kong Skull Island.) We then flew home back to Barcelona Airport.