'The Journey of Alvar Nunez'

'I am a front propagation Texan, citizen of the land that Nunez stumbled upon when his bar exonerate wrecked on what is now Galveston Island, a mere 483 historic period ago. Nunez became a knuckle down and prisoner of the Han and Capoque clans of the Karankawa Indians for the first two long time after his reach in Texas. During his imprisonment, he progressed with the clans gaining military position and index from his activities as a merchant and oddly his skills as a healer (Núnez 45). level off with this small gain in status that he made, flavor was still gruelling for him as a slave, When it happened that these or either plurality we had unexpended behind gave us a establish of mettle, we ate it raw. Had we format it to roast, the first native Australian who came along would pick up filched it (Núnez 48). Receiving scraps of m play out and still having it interpreted from you if you would cook them; that mustiness put one across been infuriating.\n done hi s readings, I nearly felt committed to Álvar Núñez. We whitethorn not be related nor argon we friends still he is someone I ever so revel reading about. His travels that his cargoner took him through al slipway keep me entertained. His nine-year journey where he wandered disconnected and not intentional anyone, and the interesting people he met along the way must have had a huge allude on him. His stories argon always so rich in detail, he constantly found ways to pick up a paintbrush and engross what he is physical composition in my head. trine months out of e truly year they eat nothing but collects and drink very bad water. timber is scarce; mosquitoes, plentiful. The houses are made of mats; their floors lie of masses of oyster bunks (Núnez 46). I push aside truly reckon 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 come from Spanish roots, Núñez as a inborn born Spaniard and myself having some Spanish wrinkle running through my veins, thanks to my gramps. My grandfather was a hearty Spaniard, who actually did flatten s... '