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When I sit and try to remember all of the places I have been, one place sticks out in my mind more than any other. That place is the one and only San Diego, California. I was only 15 when we went there for the first time. My mom had a business conference to attend, and told me I could take one friend. So I asked a few people, but no ones parents trusted them enough to go cross country. But finally my friend Chris’s mom cracked, and said he could go. So there we were alone in San Diego to wonder the streets. We got to stay in the best hotel in San Diego, The Hotel Del Coronado. When we arrived at the hotel we were greeted by bell men who opened our doors and took our bags as they showed us to the front desk to check-in. At the counter the man asked for my mom’s credit card, and within seconds we were on our way to our room. As we walked through the lobby I couldn’t help to notice the big leather chairs and couches that flooded the lobby floor, and the art work that dotted the walls.
Approximate Word count = 782
Approximate Pages = 3.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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