Narrative/ Descriptive Essay
“Trip to Paradise”
As I watched out the window of the car, I could feel the butterflies of excitement fluttering around in my stomach. I had always wanted to go to Florida; I wanted to see the ocean and the white beaches. I heard several stories about how fun and beautiful Florida was. In a few hours, I would finally find out for myself. My excitement was almost too great to handle the long car ride to my destination.
I settled myself in to watch the scenery as we started our journey. Eventually, the trees of Arkansas turned into the beautiful kudzu vines of Mississippi. The ivy-like vines crawled and covered almost everything on the side of the road. There were massive kudzu sculptures that were once just trees and electric poles. Before I knew it, we were in Alabama. When we hit the busy interstate in Mobile I knew we were getting close. Shortly after driving through the long dark tunnel, I could see the water. Close to one of the bridges sat an old battleship. The ship looked old, yet majestic sitting in the water. Shortly after that, we finally were across the Florida state line.
The causeway we drove on was curved and tall enough for the sailboats below to pass under. As I looked down, I could see a group of beautiful condos on the shore. They contrasted brightly with the white sand around them, painted colors normally found in a box of crayons. I took in the sight of all the fancy high-rise condos and hotels, with a few beach huts sprinkled in between. We arrived at our hotel, and I quickly unloaded and unpacked my belongings. The beach was waiting for me.
I ran outside to find one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. The long stretch of sand was pure white and sparkled in the sun as if it had glitter mixed in with it. It almost looked like snow. The sand was hot on my feet as I walked down the beach to the water. I could hear it squeak a little with every foot step. As I...