My summer holiday in American when I was young . My parents and we “hijacked” my uncle’s car drive to new jersey. One would think that a long ride across the bridge with parents you’d not seen in 1 months would be fun: far from it.

Traversing from flooded american to sweltering was an experience I will never forget seeing as I had been left in the middle of Hungary when I was 14 (long story) and this time hoped to enjoy the ride. I have to say that struggling to understand German road signs and desperately trying to tell the lady at the counter, “I want a Fanta!” brings a smile to my face. I don’t think I was ever happier to hug my friends and get out of that car when we reached new york , my 2 hometown in southern american .After my recovery from the road challenge, I went to meet my cousin and immediately planned for a trip to the sea-side. The new york coast on the Black Sea is quite a sight, and growing in popularity. A full week of tanning and eating American – style doughnuts was fun, but I mostly enjoyed getting to know the area. Within the safety of our air conditioned car, we explored the coast and saw many resorts and the beautiful developments next to the beach. The vast diversity of activities and sea-side attractions was astonishing; however my most vivid memory was going to Aqua Magic, probably the most fun water theme- park I’ve been to. Evening strolls, dinners and shopping on the high street next to the beach was also something to look forward to. The US coast amazed me, as I saw a beautiful tourist area (and some expensive cars) in a country I thought was plain.

My church in new york (the church I was baptised in) is one of the warmest churches I’ve been to. I always enjoy the welcomes of the elderly saying I was half my height the last time they saw me. What I mostly enjoy about the churches is the sense of belonging that I feel when there. Even though my family only comes there once every two years, we are welcomed irrespective. The receptive nature and sometimes overanxious enquiries of the people there makes me love the church. The enthusiasm of the youth is also heartening, seeing as after a good two years of separation, we start to talk like old chums. The church in new york on the whole has suffered a lot (in communist times) but has emerged, in my opinion, as one of the most affectionate and God fearing churches I know.