Bahamas Descriptive Writing

As I sprint across the hot sand that burns the soles of my feet, the smell of salt water and sunscreen hits my face. I can see teenagers nearby as they dive to save a falling volleyball, covering themselves in grains of sand. While I’m preoccupied, watching the intense game of volleyball, the cold waves of the Atlantic Ocean come crashing down on my legs. I can hear my best friend, Tara, dying of laughter as my body tries to adjust to the temperature of the sparking turquoise waters. Surrounding us is vibrantly colored tropical plants and trees. Nothing compares to paradise like being with my best friend in The Bahamas.
After Tara catches her breath from laughter, she jumps into the water so she can prepare her body for the snorkeling we are
Always hearing about the towns and streets of this gorgeous island, I was curious of what there was to explore. By the time we reach the streets of Nassau, one of the many islands that make up the Bahamas, they are already filled with tourists and natives. We come to realize not much has been messed with since it was built. The shops Tara and I enter have no air condition and smell of Havana cigars. The buildings are tone and irreplaceable because they held so much history. “Sydney, let’s go to that shop,” Tara exclaims excitedly pointing at a jewelry shop. We enter the jewelry store expecting more than what we see in front of us. Nothing shiny catches our eyes since everything in the store appears to be made out of wood. They have everything from earrings to ankle bracelets. The lady approaches us and begins explaining to us in a thick accent, “Everything in this shop, I have made with my bare hands.” Taken aback by her comment, Tara and I look around with a different point of view. Therefore, we approach one shelf with bracelets and immediately realize which ones we both like. Mine is a lighter color bracelet made up of sea shells that are carved from wood. We grab each one and rush back to the counter to gladly pay the hardworking lady. With friendship bracelets, slightly damp hair, and the smell of the salty ocean around us, we walk all the way back to the hotel grinning from ear to