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Write about one of your most memorable journeys
For quite a while, Korea in me has consistently been "a nation of affection and dreams".
At the point when I was young, my family had a small TV and I was naturally the person who
invests time in it most. One day, the TV showed up pictures presenting a nation that I always
dream of. Throughout four seasons: spring, summer, fall, and winter, all seem to be a brilliant
picture that no one but nature can create. That was Korea. Even though they were just simply a
couple of pictures turning up for seconds, it likewise stimulated enough interest and enthusiasm
for this lovely nation.
Luckily, I had the chance to visit that beautiful nation after such a long time. At that time,
my family decided to travel around Korea for a week. That news brought me many disorderly
sentiments that were hard to depict in words. I was somehow stressed, but excited because that
was the first time traveling abroad. In my view, Korea is a watercolor painting with a wide range
of hues and it causes me to feel that the sentence "words usually can't do a picture justice" is
undoubtedly right.
After a long time prepared for the trip, our trip finally began. Leaving Incheon Airport, on
a passenger bus, the scenery that appeared in front of me were paths with crowded vehicles and
people. The interesting and energetic atmosphere of Korea released me from tiredness after a
long excursion. Although the fundamental methods for transport here were cars, the lanes were
spacious enough not to cause traffic congestion. Buildings were located close together but did
not feel stuffy. Rather, it was a feeling of modern, bustling, vibrant Seoul. Moving to the center
of the city, couples strolling around holding hands, enjoying photography; employees on their
path home from a hard day's worth of effort. On the pavement, some dancers were submerging
themselves in the rhythm, which made Seoul sweeter in my heart.
The following day, my family came to Everland, which seemed to be an adventure to a
different dimension. I was overwhelmed by the landscape that caught my eyes for a couple of
moments and contemplated whether I was dreaming. In contrast with Seoul's blue bustling roads,
Everland now was loaded up with pink color, simply because it was a fairytale world. The
magnificent castles, lovely and deliberately decorated lampposts or souvenir houses flooded with
teddy bears, candies, and bunny ears headband were so cute that made me forgot how old I was.