Descriptive Essay- Family Vacation
Ideal Vacation
My family had always looked forward to leaving the valley during the torrid summer months. You see I never really had an actual vacation, since my father had been gone for eight long, dreadful years. He was sent away to a prison thousands of miles away, in Florida, when I was only six years old. My loving mother talked about ancient vacations we took, but I was too young to remember. My father was back home and he was as healthy as a young doctor. It was now summer of 2010, and I was ready for a family vacation. A ride to Rio Frio River is like a flight to a Caribbean getaway.
Our plan was to stay in this meager town called Usvalde. As we drove through city after city, it became apparent that the world around us was changing. As each city brought new surroundings, our anticipation builds, and our dream vacation seemed closer and closer. Arriving into San Antonio we begun to notice changes. The trees appeared to be touchable, offering soft, plush leaves which swayed in the breeze. The grass actually invited us to share its place rather than scare us away with mounds of intruding fire ants. We were now out of San Antonio and entering a rural area. A weary, faded, green sign on the side of the road read “Usvalde, 20 miles”. Leaving the valley, where we only have flatlands, and entering an area where we are suddenly surrounded by hills of green and blue are by far the most awakening moments. This rural area offered amazing scenery with majestic hills and checkerboard farmlands. As we descended through the curves and winds of the middle region of Texas, our get-away “island” was very close. After a long, tiring drive, we were almost there.
We arrived to this wooden store on the side of the road. It was painted white and there were bulky, bright green letters on top of the entrance door, which read “Rio Frio Lodging”. We waited in our white suburban while my parents walked inside to rent us a cabin. On the side of the building was this gated cage. It
My family had always looked forward to leaving the valley during the torrid summer months. You see I never really had an actual vacation, since my father had been gone for eight long, dreadful years. He was sent away to a prison thousands of miles away, in Florida, when I was only six years old. My loving mother talked about ancient vacations we took, but I was too young to remember. My father was back home and he was as healthy as a young doctor. It was now summer of 2010, and I was ready for a family vacation. A ride to Rio Frio River is like a flight to a Caribbean getaway.
Our plan was to stay in this meager town called Usvalde. As we drove through city after city, it became apparent that the world around us was changing. As each city brought new surroundings, our anticipation builds, and our dream vacation seemed closer and closer. Arriving into San Antonio we begun to notice changes. The trees appeared to be touchable, offering soft, plush leaves which swayed in the breeze. The grass actually invited us to share its place rather than scare us away with mounds of intruding fire ants. We were now out of San Antonio and entering a rural area. A weary, faded, green sign on the side of the road read “Usvalde, 20 miles”. Leaving the valley, where we only have flatlands, and entering an area where we are suddenly surrounded by hills of green and blue are by far the most awakening moments. This rural area offered amazing scenery with majestic hills and checkerboard farmlands. As we descended through the curves and winds of the middle region of Texas, our get-away “island” was very close. After a long, tiring drive, we were almost there.
We arrived to this wooden store on the side of the road. It was painted white and there were bulky, bright green letters on top of the entrance door, which read “Rio Frio Lodging”. We waited in our white suburban while my parents walked inside to rent us a cabin. On the side of the building was this gated cage. It