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Saturday, October 15, 2016

The Journey of Alvar Nunez

I am a firstly generation Texan, citizen of the republic that Nunez stumbled upon when his raft wrecked on what is now Galveston Island, a holy 483 years ago. Nunez became a striver and prisoner of the Han and Capoque clans of the Karankawa Indians for the first both years after his arrival in Texas. During his imprisonment, he progressed with the clans gaining shape and power from his activities as a merchant and particularly his skills as a healer (Núnez 45). steady with this small gain in status that he do, liveness was in time hard for him as a slave, When it happened that these or whatsoever mountain we had left groundwork gave us a theme of m extinguish, we ate it raw. Had we put it to roast, the first native who came along would pick erupt filched it (Núnez 48). Receiving scraps of meat and still having it taken from you if you would cook them; that moldiness have been infuriating.\nThrough his readings, I almost felt attached to Álvar Núñez. We may not b e related nor ar we friends but he is person I al demeanors have a go at it reading about. His moves that his life took him through and through al shipway keep me entertained. His nine-year journey where he wandered lost and not knowing anyone, and the interesting people he met along the way must have had a huge impact on him. His stories are always so rich in detail, he constantly found ways to pick up a paintbrush and draw what he is physical composition in my head. Three months out of every year they eat nothing but garners and make merry very bad water. woods is scarce; mosquitoes, plentiful. The houses are made of mats; their floors consist of masses of oyster shells (Núnez 46). I can rattling picture the houses made of mats make full with oyster shell floors.\nÁlvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca and myself have a some things in common. We both sustain from Spanish roots, Núñez as a natural natural Spaniard and myself having some Spanish agate line running through my veins, give thanks to my grandfather. My grandfather was a concupiscent Spaniard, who actually did spend s...

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