It was near the month of April, and that meant spring break was just right around the corner. I kept driving and driving for hours and realized that I was actually going further into Oman instead of out to the other side of the UAE.
When we got off the shuttle I still remember the sight of the park. With my feet bound to freshly waxed skis, the only thing stronger than my ski poles was my determination to get down the mountain.
During their lives, they faced plenty of racist discrimination and troubling moments.
It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots. You know, typical boy stuff.
I knew that there was a reason I got to go, and while I was there I tried to make the most of such an opportunity.
After getting acclimated again, I took the train through Slovakia and on to Prague in the Czech Republic.