Standing five feet and four inches tall, a young woman got out of an airplane as she headed toward the main airport building. The young woman had shoulder-length brunette hair, and her skin was light that would shine in the sunlight. Her eyes were light blue, her lips were small and bright pink, and she had a thin figure.
I got out of the airplane, then went to the airport and got out. I called for a taxi, and about ten minutes later, the taxi driver drove me out of the airport and off to the streets. I am finally in Sweden! I opened the window and felt the cool breeze hit my face. My hair flowed with the gentle wind. I have seen and read books about Sweden and its history, but this is better than I could ever imagine.
I was tired mentally and physically, but I felt that I needed a vacation. I have traveled to different parts of the world, and now I am here. It is a beautiful, relaxed country, unlike the United States. I am from Long Beach, California, but my father was from Mexico, while my mother was from Argentina.
My mother died from breast cancer when I was ten years old, and my father was never the same after her death. He did his best to provide for both of us. When I was sixteen, I began to work to help out, but I never lacked off from my studies. Then when I turned twenty-one years old, my dad was killed by a drunk driver, and I was left alone. It tore me up, but I knew that I had to care for myself and that no one would help me in this world. I signed up for medical school and got a full-ride scholarship, and worked as an intern.
M parents motivated me to become a doctor, to help cure and save people the best I can. Soon I will achieve my dream; I wish my parents were here with me. A small tear formed in my right eye, but I wiped it off. I closed my eyes as I felt the beautiful breeze.
About forty-two minutes later, we got to the small town that was known for its historical sights. I am staying in a small hotel there.
I finally got to my destination. I thanked the driver, paid him, and went inside the small hotel. The outside looked historic, full of bricks, and plant life on the walls. I checked in, was given my key, and went to the second floor, and my room was on the left side. I went inside, and I smiled. It was a nice small room with pictures hung on the walls, and the hotel room decorated the walls with light colors. There was one queen-sized bed, a mirror, a closet, and a bathroom.
I knew that I was going to have fun.