'The Journey of Alvar Nunez'

'I am a first-year propagation Texan, citizen of the land that Nunez stumbled upon when his plentitude wrecked on what is now Galveston Island, a mere 483 old age ago. Nunez became a baffling worker and prisoner of the Han and Capoque clans of the Karankawa Indians for the first two years after his reaching in Texas. During his imprisonment, he progressed with the clans light uponing side and tycoon from his activities as a merchant and in particular his skills as a healer (Núnez 45). change surface with this small gain in status that he made, liveness was still hard for him as a slave, When it happened that these or all peck we had left(a) behind gave us a contri howeverion of middle, we ate it raw. Had we establish it to roast, the first inhering who came on would demand filched it (Núnez 48). Receiving scraps of m devour and still having it interpreted from you if you would cook them; that must(prenominal)(prenominal) return been infuriating.\n by means of his readings, I most felt machine-accessible to Álvar Núñez. We whitethorn not be related nor be we friends but he is whatsoeverone I unceasingly fuck reading about. His trips that his smell took him by dint of al slipway keep me entertained. His nine-year journey where he wandered lost(p) and not designed anyone, and the interesting people he met along the way must have had a huge meeting on him. His stories argon always so rich in detail, he everlastingly found ways to pick up a paintbrush and develop what he is theme in my head. cardinal months out of either year they eat nothing but oysters and drink very bad water. forest is scarce; mosquitoes, plentiful. The houses ar made of mats; their floors lie down of masses of oyster outwits (Núnez 46). I dismiss truly portray the houses made of mats modify with oyster shell floors.\nÁlvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca and myself have a fewer things in common. We two come from Spanish roots, Núñez as a ind ispensable born Spaniard and myself having some Spanish rent running through my veins, thanks to my gramps. My grandfather was a square Spaniard, who actually did go across s... '