When I stepped out of the hot, airless plane into the bright, dazzling sunlight beaming down across the burning concreate, I felt excited and nervous. Holding my beach bag in my hand and slipping my Ray Ban sunglasses on with my other, I flip-flopped down the airspace. Overhead I heard the screams of gulls and the chatter of the small fluffy birds. I suddenly realized I had arrived to Hawaii. This trip was such an unforgettable vacation for me because I got to witness the beauty of nature that Hawaii has to offer.
The Hawaiian sun beats down on my skin, warming and basking my arms in its radiance. I took a deep breath and detected a sweet, flowery perfume wafting out of a small booth which was completely covered in different beaming colored garlands of all sorts. There were yellow ones, and pink ones, and red ones, and just about every color in the rainbow. I rushed over to the stall and selected a pink, white, and yellow garland that smelled so
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pleasant and flowery. I stuffed my face deep into its cool, moist petals. My eyes closed, I inhaled in the strong odor that was coming from the white flowers. I asked what the flower was called and the petite elderly lady with her skin darkened and wrinkled by the sun, informed me that this specific flower was called tuberose and the pink flowers were orchids. After shoving my way through the crowd of keen tourists, I eventually made it to my luggage. Then I made my way to the doors where I was approached by my friends who live there. As we started driving out of the airport and into the city, I started to notice incredible things. All the trees had a bright combination of red and pink flowers that embellished each branch, and other trees were loaded with several fruits. Hawaii was breathtaking, everywhere I gazed radiant colors captured my attention. After driving for about a couple of minutes, we slowed down and eventually I could see the dazzling sea right around corner. The ocean twirled beneath the sunlight, which was sparking insensately on the rippling waves. The water was a rich, deep blue in some areas and in others a bright, aquamarine green. The gleaming creamy tan sand sparkled in the sun’s heat. We then drove down to the beach and I leaped out of the car and ran down to the clear deep blue water. The warm sand compressed under my feet and made my calf muscles clench to keep myself balanced and moving. I stopped just before the water reached my toes and removed my shirt that I was wearing over my bathing suit. I stood there taking it all in, the sun on my bare shoulders, the warm cozy sand underneath my feet, and the urge to jump into the fresh cool water. The waves gently crashed along the shore and pulled themselves closer and closer as if they were signaling me to join them.
I smiled to myself and decided that I would go join in. With that, I took a huge deep breath and jumped into the salty water. The water was cool and refreshing; I felt it slide through my hair making it sway in the water. I swam deeper and deeper into the deep blue water. Sunlight streamed through it, lighting up the water around me turning it to gold. I kicked harder and I felt my muscles surge with strength and I pushed further. My lunges began to burn for the need of oxygen, but I refused to go up. I repeatedly told myself just a little bit longer. Until I was unable to proceed anymore without more air in my lungs, I swam to the top of the water taking a huge breaths, filling my lungs with air. I could then taste the salty water as it ran down my face and dripped over my lips. Just then I thought, I will never forget this moment, this place, or the experiences I felt while visiting
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This past summer, my family and I went on a cruise to the Bahamas. We had just docked at the second port, Nassau, and were preparing to exit the gigantic ship named the Carnival Fantasy. Once we got to the city, I noticed it was bustling with people of all different backgrounds and cultures. The roads were narrow and some even hilly. I remember coming to the conclusion that a lot of people in the Bahamas must have road rage what from the blaring car horns I could hear around every corner. My family and I were walking along the sidewalk, glancing into shops as we passed them. The weather was unbearably hot, but growing up in South Carolina allowed my family and I to push onward with our adventure. The sun burn on my back started to pulsate in pain any time the sunlight hit it, so we decided to stick to the side of the buildings that provided shade.
In the central area of the Pacific Ocean lies the Hawaiian Islands spanning 2,400 kilometers long beginning at Kure Island, located in the northwest to big island of Hawaii (Edge of Fire). This island is 3,000 kilometers away from the nearest continent, which is North America. The creation of the islands today came from “Hotspots”, which are characterized as plumes of magma rising from the mantle of the Earth through the continental crust, creating huge shield volcanos which contribute to the land mass that subsequently gets created. With the help of divergent (creation) and convergent (destruction) zones, the Earth’s crust eventually moves the newly created landmass off the Hot Spot plume, effectively rendering the volcano extinct, and allowing for new land to be created over the still stationary (and active) plume in the mantle.
The first thing I heard was Virginia Beach vacation, and then in excitement I ran and got my stuff and started to pack. The part I was most excited about was that the hotel is a beachfront hotel room.I was so excited because I love the beach and I really wanted to go back to the beachfront hotel and stay there. I went there when I was in second grade. I have gotten to go there a few times since second grade, but I did not get to stay there overnight.
Although I am only 15 years old and have not had too much life experience, I have experienced something that already has and will continue to change my life majorly in a very positive way. My parents decision to enlist me in the wilderness program in Hawaii, Pacific Quest was the reason why I now know so much more about myself and the reasons behind some of my previous actions. This decision has also led me to accept the beauty of nature and become more grateful for the world that we live in.
A significant moment in her life was the time she moved from Hawaii to Colorado. It was not a smooth transition between two completely different places. Nevertheless, she would manage to fall in love with Colorado just as much as her Hawaiian home.
I expected Hawaii to be a land of good fortune since people who moved to Hawaii always sent money to loved ones. I also expected to get a lot of money faster and easier but those expectations were crushed by reality since I only get paid $4 a month which isn’t as much as I was hoping for. I have to wake up at 5:00 AM to start working on the plantations, I eat lunch at 11:00 AM, and I go to sleep at 8:00 PM. I was provided with free housing and medicine by the estate owner. The men lived in dorm housing if they were single and the room I was in wasn’t the best but it had a bed with a pillow, one window in the back of the room, and a table with one chair. On my time off, I would gamble and talk about stories with others.
Vacations aren't always perfect there is always something that goes wrong. At least in my experiences. A perfect vacation to me is when we are all together as a family,which honestly doesn't happen that much. Having a 20 year old brother an 18 year old in post secondary school can make things complicated. Or having a vacation with no,ILLNESS, which can be very,very hard to do!! And I know I’m not the only one who has experienced this on a vacation!
“In the camps. . . . I had the opportunity to study the human race from the cradle to the grave, and to see what happens to people when reduced to one status and one condition. Cameras and photographs were not permitted in the camps, so I recorded everything in sketches, drawings, and paintings.” Mine Okubo (22). From my birth on June 27, 1912 to December 6, 1941 I was just a regular American citizen just like anybody else. However on December 7, 1941 when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. I was seen as a terrorist spy, an unloyal american, and an all around untrustworthy person all because of the country my ancestors comes from and my distinct asian features. From then on I would be lose my name and only be known as a number. Just
I can hear the pounding of the waves against the shore, moving rhythmically with the wind blowing past my face. I feel the hot sand surrounding my toes, only to be cooled down by the touch of the salty deep-blue sea. I listen to mom hysterically laugh as my dad tells another one of his “dad jokes” and as my older brother helps me keep my balance when the waves try to knock me over like a bowling pin. This is the descriptive story that brings me joy to tell my younger brother about my favorite Hawaiian trip before he was born, even though it is impossible for me to remember this from when I was only 3 years old. Why do I torture my brother by gloating to him about this perfect trip? I do it on account of what his birth imposed on me, the curse of being a middle child.
The palm trees hold a signal of victory. The sizable leaves that stay green throughout the year that lie against wholesome fruits that bloom everlasting. It’s leaves swishing back and forth, adding volume to my ears. Hawaii, you reveal
I grew up in Hawaii, on the island of Kauai, in the middle of the Pacific. Life was more simple on Kauai, as our choices were limited to family, school and the “aina”, the Hawaiian word for land. To me, “aina” meant respectful hiking in the mountains, swimming, surfing and family outings at the beach. More than anything else, this wonderful episode of my life taught me two very valuable virtues of life, patience and tolerance. The concept of “Island time” runs rampant in Hawaii. Although it is frustrating at times, it teaches you to wait for things, because they happen at their own pace. It helps you to understand that sometimes there is nothing you can do to change it. Most often, “island time” relaxes you and relieves the tension and pressures of daily life. I remember several times when i actually hoped “island time” would happen and remove the stress from the moment. I learned about tolerance, from the concept of “Aloha”. To many tourists “Aloha” means “Hello or Goodbye”, but to Hawaii residents it means so much more. Aloha is a spirit, or a way of life, where people get along regardless of race, religion or culture. As Hawaii is one of the most culturally diverse
I got home and began thinking about my options to make my life a bit more interesting. I went through the usual options of having a nice vacation in the Bahamas, moving to a new country, or just getting a new car; yet, they all fail to peak my interest. I wanted something extravagant to happen, like a zombie apocalypse or a nuclear war, for all I cared. I began surfing around the deep web, looking at all the illegal things it had. Then I saw an advertisement on the screen, “Is someone causing a problem in your life? Hire one of our special members to take care of them.” My interest was piqued. I clicked on the ad, only to find it was a ‘hire a hitman’ website. Then, out of the blue, I had an amazing idea to hire a hitman on myself. It would
The world around us is amazingly beautiful, but if one ever wanted to experience the most beautiful part they would have to take a trip to Hawaii. Hawaii has the most relaxing climate, in perfect temperatures year round. Hawaii is the most beautiful island with must see attractions, and has flora and fauna that cannot be experienced anywhere else in the world. It is a family friendly location and one of the safest states in the United States. The culture is amazing and the people on the island are friendly and welcoming. There are so many once in a lifetime activities to do while in Hawaii. Hawaii is different than any other location in the United States, Hawaii is the perfect destination. Besides the fact Hawaii is full of beauty and breathtaking sights, there are so many fun activities to do on the island and the culture is something to be experienced.
I will never forget the first time I went snorkeling, it was something I had been afraid to do up until the moment I touched the water. Beforehand all I could think about was what if I got attacked by a shark? I was too young to die and I felt like I was tempting fate. Then once I made the plunge into the water everything washed away, as if the waves carried the fear with them as they folded over me. I remember that day so clearly, rocking back and forth, up and down, I sat on a small glass bottom boat. The enormous ocean waves making me nauseas as I put my snorkel gear on. I hurried as fast as I could, knowing my nausea would go away as soon as I entered the water. This wasn’t the first time I have gotten sea sick, but it only shows up when the boat is sitting still. As soon as I got my equipment on I jumped into the water, fins first. I felt the sensation of goose bumps shivering up my whole body, tiny bubbles rolling over my body from breaking the surface, they ran from my toes upwards to break free at the ocean’s surface. Once the bubbles cleared, I looked around to see a new blue world I have never experienced before. I heard the sound of the ocean, mumbled by the sound of my deep breathing and the tanks of the more experienced scuba divers below me. It’s a very relaxing and peaceful sound, and if I had not been in such a new and unusual place I could have floated with my eyes closed for hours.
This lukewarm water was deceiving though, because it only seemed lukewarm due to the drop in temperature and misty rainfall. The waves were rushing toward me like a bull to a matador’s red flag. My mouth tasted as if someone dumped a whole shaker of salt on my tongue. The wave pushed my further and faster as it I could feel the wave breaking on my body and there I was back at the shallows again floating in with the white wash and was ready for another wave. As I stood back up and ran back out to the deep water I saw one of my surfing mates catch the most perfect barrel it was rad. It would have been a great snap shot. I caught another wave, this one was even bigger. The thrust of the wave was twisting my body and I was pulled towards the sea