The Best Journey Ever
The best journey ever
I lowered myself into the sleek, red, open, sedan. I was tired from my journey by plane to Spain, but was looking forward to a rather enjoyable road journey with my best friend. So long as she was driving, how did it matter how long the journey was.
Soon we were moving through a meadow. Dew glistened on the bright green grass and poppies danced to the beat of the breeze. A few miles away, a whole carpet of flowers covered the land. A heady, sweet scent reached my nose and I took it in. Then a most entrancing sight caught my eye. An entire herd of horses galloped by, their hooves pattering in unison, like an army, charging towards its enemy. The sight changed my perspective of nature forever. It was magnificent.
Leaving behind a meadow, we reached a dry barren land. Dead leaves crackled under the wheels of our car. I was starting to drift into a dreamy slumber, when I smelt a distinctive saltiness in the air. The car bounced up and down on the soft sand but we sped on. The sand was pure white like snow. The crashing of the waves tingled in my ears. The sea looked like a massive mirror, with streaks of brilliant colours reflecting in it, as the sun began to set. The sky had a myriad of different colours, like a dazzling carpet, as the sun bid a final, proud goodbye to the earth and plunged into the deep blue sea.
Moving through the different scenery felt as if I was part of a nature documentary, which showed me all the beauty Spain had to offer. A group of birds flew overhead in a perfect ‘v’ as if God were using a geometric instrument to place them in the right position. The wind whipped my hair as it flew backwards like a stream of chocolate.
The road was gently building up an altitude now, and far away in the hazy distance, I could see a rocky mountain top, covered by soft, plump clouds. The path ahead looked dangerous but I wasn’t afraid. I had my best friend with me to share the experience and this trip was also about facing my fears
I lowered myself into the sleek, red, open, sedan. I was tired from my journey by plane to Spain, but was looking forward to a rather enjoyable road journey with my best friend. So long as she was driving, how did it matter how long the journey was.
Soon we were moving through a meadow. Dew glistened on the bright green grass and poppies danced to the beat of the breeze. A few miles away, a whole carpet of flowers covered the land. A heady, sweet scent reached my nose and I took it in. Then a most entrancing sight caught my eye. An entire herd of horses galloped by, their hooves pattering in unison, like an army, charging towards its enemy. The sight changed my perspective of nature forever. It was magnificent.
Leaving behind a meadow, we reached a dry barren land. Dead leaves crackled under the wheels of our car. I was starting to drift into a dreamy slumber, when I smelt a distinctive saltiness in the air. The car bounced up and down on the soft sand but we sped on. The sand was pure white like snow. The crashing of the waves tingled in my ears. The sea looked like a massive mirror, with streaks of brilliant colours reflecting in it, as the sun began to set. The sky had a myriad of different colours, like a dazzling carpet, as the sun bid a final, proud goodbye to the earth and plunged into the deep blue sea.
Moving through the different scenery felt as if I was part of a nature documentary, which showed me all the beauty Spain had to offer. A group of birds flew overhead in a perfect ‘v’ as if God were using a geometric instrument to place them in the right position. The wind whipped my hair as it flew backwards like a stream of chocolate.
The road was gently building up an altitude now, and far away in the hazy distance, I could see a rocky mountain top, covered by soft, plump clouds. The path ahead looked dangerous but I wasn’t afraid. I had my best friend with me to share the experience and this trip was also about facing my fears