Looking out the airplane window, I wondered where the aircraft would land; there was no runway in sight, just layers of jungle, every shade of green. The airplane began to dip down into the earth and eventually landed on a strip of concrete. The hallways of the airport smelt like the Pine Sol my grandma uses to mop her floors; I was reminded of my family back home. I traveled to Mexico with my cousins, but I wished my parents were there, despite having eighteen of my family member there. …show more content…
Breathing in the air felt like breathing over a pot of boiling water. Within minutes of arriving, the sky opened up and it started to rain. This was not Washington’s rain; this rain felt like turning over your pillow onto the cold side. The rain was the perfect complement to the hot air and I did not feel the need to open up an umbrella. It felt good to feel the heavy droplets on my shoulder, like a cold shower. The welcoming rain continued for the rest of the trip.
As soon as we got to our hotel room, I rushed to put on my swimsuit to go to the beach before the sun fully set. The hotel room looked like I had been there for a month, with clothes scattered over the marbled tiles in our hotel bathroom. The soft sand between my toes felt like fuzzy socks as I ran to meet the ocean’s tide. The foaming water washed away the sand as well as the stress I had accumulated at the airport. My worries about not having my parents with me and being in a new place fled as I watched the sun set behind the tall