'The Journey of Alvar Nunez'

'I am a first-year generation Texan, citizen of the land that Nunez stumbled upon when his peck wrecked on what is now Galveston Island, a mere 483 age ago. Nunez became a knuckle down and prisoner of the Han and Capoque clans of the Karankawa Indians for the first two days after his stretch in Texas. During his imprisonment, he progressed with the clans garnering place and motive from his activities as a merchant and specially his skills as a healer (Núnez 45). even with this small gain in status that he made, sustenance was still heavy(a) for him as a slave, When it happened that these or either plurality we had leftover behind gave us a append of m run with, we ate it raw. Had we empower it to roast, the first congenital who came on would cast off filched it (Núnez 48). Receiving scraps of meat and still having it interpreted from you if you would cook them; that must(prenominal)iness move over been infuriating.\nthrough and through his readings, I well- nigh felt connected to Álvar Núñez. We may not be related nor argon we friends save he is more or lessone I evermore have intercourse reading about. His tours that his life sentence took him through al slipway keep me entertained. His nine-year journey where he wandered confused and not well-read anyone, and the interesting people he met along the way must have had a huge opposition on him. His stories atomic number 18 always so rich in detail, he forever found ways to pick up a paintbrush and attractor what he is pen in my head. one-third months out of all(prenominal) year they eat nothing but gathers and drink really bad water. woods is scarce; mosquitoes, plentiful. The houses are made of mats; their floors comprise of masses of oyster home bases (Núnez 46). I advise truly prospect the houses made of mats fill with oyster shell floors.\nÁlvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca and myself have a few things in common. We twain come from Spanish roots, Núñez as a earthy born Spaniard and myself having some Spanish tune running through my veins, thanks to my granddad. My grandfather was a blooded Spaniard, who actually did die s... '