Grey Beaches Alone For Hours example essay topic

Fantasy Vacation A middle aged married couple had fantasized for years about a European vacation! They didn't get to go last year, but with our help they lived out their fantasy vacation in a story! The following are some excerpts: By the time our British Airways flight landed at the small airport in Aberdeen, we were exhausted beyond measure by the full day of travel, but as excited as schoolkids on the first day of summer. After all of our working and saving over the years, we were finally in Europe, with 2 weeks of adventure ahead of us! We were lucky enough to still be young enough to enjoy it, and we felt even younger! And two weeks without the kids, alone with each other and the world!

What an adventure! We had flown from Dallas to New York, and then to Heathrow in London, where we spent 6 hours sitting on the grimy, cold airport floor - and yet we enjoyed every minute of it. You couldn't stop talking about the charming London accents, and I was fascinated by the airport security personnel carrying loaded submachine guns. We were both impatient to get out and explore, but the best we could do was explore the airport. Even that was an adventure. Everything was so foreign and new to us.

We stopped at a small airport pub for a coke, and found out that the English don't believe in ice cubes. They do, however, have some truly interesting currency, especially the coins. You laughed at me, but after watching me collect coins for twenty years, you managed to begrudgingly indulge my fascination. I especially liked the 1 Pound coins - so small and gold, and heavy! We finally boarded the plane for Scotland. Even though the sun was setting as we flew over northern England, we both crowded around the tiny airplane window for our first glimpse of the rolling hills and meadows full of heather.

It was strange and beautiful, looking down at the beginnings of the Scottish Highlands, recalling scenes from Braveheart, and remembering the battles fought on those hills. By the time we landed, the sun had set. Waiting for a taxi to our hotel was maddening, because we were both impatient to get out and explore, and now it was too dark to see... the wide, sandy beaches and brown, scrub covered hills of Southern Andalucia were such a contrast to the rolling Scottish fields and the French vineyards of the week before. I think by then both of us were ready to lay on the sand and bask in the gentle Spanish sun. Our hotel was in a little town called Puerto Banus, near Malaga, only a couple hours east of Gibraltar.

We spent countless hours gazing out at the calm Mediterranean Sea. The waters were deep and blue and cool to the touch. We swam in the gentle Mediterranean every day, and then lay on the beach, while you read a seemingly endless supply of Danielle Steele novels. I walked the grey beaches alone for hours, listening to the sounds of conversations in a dozen languages I couldn't even identify, and trying not to get caught ogling the beautiful and very topless young women. The mirrored sunglasses definitely helped...