Descriptive Essay About Cruise To The Sky

The first time I went on a cruise I got on a airplane and went to Puerto Rico. When my family got off we went to find our luggage, and get a taxi to the hotel. When we got to the hotel, we checked into our room and unpacked our luggage. We stayed at the hotel for three days and went to the pool, beach, and explored the island.

I had always wanted to try parasailing, but I never thought I would have the opportunity. When I was told I would be able to, I was thrilled. My friend Kenna and I wondered what it would be like to be looking down at the salty ocean. Would everyone look like tiny ants? Would I be chilly in the wind? We became jittery just talking about all the amazing things we would see. This was the morning I was going to fly into the sky like a bird.

I`ve been on planes, cars, and many things in my life but I have never been on a cruise, and on this Alaskan Cruise I was able to try new things. In our ship they had swimming pools, ping pong tables, casinos, and a extraordinary ice cream bar. One of my favorite parts of this trip was holding two baby sled dogs that were two weeks old. I also liked kayaking, plus I shared a kayak with my sister, Mia, and I controlled the kayak from the back. After that my family and I went on a bus ride to see caribou, bears, and glaciers. I also went on a hike and float with the Kendal`s (who are my cousins), because there daughter Annie was sleepy. I saw cool trees and fascinating wildlife. I even was allowed to eat berries that tasted like watermelon, but

We asked our dad if we could go scuba diving and he said yes. My dad found a place where they would provide equipment and teach you how to do it. I have never done this before and I was a little nervous, but I was kind of excited at the same time. Once we got to the place, they showed us how to work the equipment and what to do. I got very nervous again and I do not know why. We got in the water and everything was alright. It was the clearest water I have ever seen in my entire life. The fish were so colorful and the reef was filled with all sorts of interesting plant life. I was about to find out why I was so nervous before. Everything was going according to plan until one bad thing happened to me. I was in the ocean and I swallowed a bunch of water and could not breathe. I started to panic and thrashed in the water to get someone’s attention. I got the attention of my brother, and he pulled me up out of the water and I spit it out. That was the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me and I vow never to scuba dive ever again. After that scary moment happened, the rest of the vacation was great. We went to the beach and pool every day and the rest of the vacation was

I was all packed and ready for the journey. I was very frightened, because I was leaving the only place I knew. My family was not coming with me and I missed them. I was riding a stinky old steamboat to America. I was not excited for the long journey to America. The food smelled bad and I was uncomfortable, but I was going to America so I tried to keep my thoughts on that. At least I was waking up to a better life in America.

The days were spectacular, always sunny the deck was very fun to walk around and the meals were good as well. I was traveling third class with my eldest sister Mae she was 21 years old I was 15. Our Mother had bought us tickets to ride on the Titanic to America for a better life and enough time for us to start over. Our Mother gave us most of her life savings and leaving her was one of the hardest things me and my sister have ever had to do, we knew it would be the last time we ever saw her. I will never forget her last words to us “I love you both so much I want you to remember that your mother did everything she could to give you guys a good life. You will be in my thoughts everyday I can’t wait until you guys succeed in the ways I know you can.” After that she sent us onto the boat Mae and I couldn’t help but tear up a bit until we realized that she had every intention for us to be happy, so we decided we’d enjoy the

Upon boarding the ship my wife and children were separated from me. I did not know where they were or what they where going through for the duration of the ride. Nor did I know if they would be alive at the end of the trip. You see, we were among a slave ship. A ship with a crew that was so brutal, treating us in such cruel ways. I had never witnesses such brutality and neglect in my entire life.

For as long as I can remember I have always adored the ocean, I did not expect that I would love being 2,000 feet above it. For spring break my family and I go to Florida to visit our grandparents, my cousins also travel down there for the week. It appears to be tradition to take my grandfather’s boat out and journey down to Fort Meyer’s Beach. This time, my family has arranged for some of us to go parasailing.

I helped the crew pack supplies onto the ship. Everyone was so chatty, so excited for what lies beyond the sea. I was excited too, especially since this was thought to be one of the most thrilling trips. But along with excitement, I also cared about safety. I often worried if I was going to get home alive. Of course I couldn’t say that in front of the rest of the crew, they would probably just laugh in my face. They’ve pretty much done it to every anxious man aboard. I didn’t want them to think less of me.

Preparation of our food was quick, the waitress was really nice she told us that “fettuccine pasta with steak was a great choice”. While we was eating their was a jazz band playing”. Our mom ask us “Are y’all having a good time”. As Friday night came, the tour guide made an announcement on the intercom saying, “Saturday morning we would be in Bahamas and we would depart back to the ship on Sunday afternoon”. The next day, we left the ship and we was in the Bahamas.

We finally docked to our first destination, Catalina Island. Stepping on the island was so surreal, the air was so fresh, the island scenery covered in green, and the houses were unbelievably beautiful. A group of decided we wanted to go parasailing so we all chipped in and got tickets to go. Four of us, girls, and other passengers got on this speed boat and sped off far enough to catch good air for the parachute. A couple of people were ahead of us so we got to see what we were going to expect and hear the people's opinion on how it went when it was finally our turn to go up. Gisselle, my roommate, paired up to go together and we were very anxious. We both got geared up and the boat started going to get some wind. We got shot off the boat,

I quickly changed into comfortable clothes and woke my brother up (which probably took five minutes) and ate breakfast. I hopped into our rental car, which was presumably small. Three layers of soft, feathered blankets over me, and probably holding onto five different head pillows. “I can’t believe we get to go to South Padre Island for three days!” I yelled to my family. It takes about eight hours to arrive at our hotel, so I definitely got carsick. The good news was that we got to eat fast food! Andrew and I got to sleep a lot while the parents got to drive. We arrived after 7 pm to our hotel. Then, we grabbed our heavy, bulky, luggage and brought them to our room to the 2nd floor. After we unpacked, we were exhausted and all but we still had the stamina to go down to the beach and take a view on the glazing ocean water. It looked very delicate like a clear foil was laid on top of the water. I doused my feet in the cool, numb water. While digging my hands deep in the soft, cushy, sand, I could feel all the grains go

As I boarded the ship the first thought that crossed my head was freedom. I just hoped that the trip wouldn't take to long. I found out I would be sleeping in the steerage of the ship which is a terrible place to be in. I would have rather slept on the floor. Then it only got worse, we had to use a bucket to use the bathroom. The ship ride was horrible, I get sick easily and I knew if I where to get sick I wouldn't recover and I didn't won't to enter America sick. Day after day the boat moved side to side. I was afraid the boat would roll over, and not to mention the smell. If I had a nickel for every time someone puked or gagged, I would have been 1st class.

Like it was yesterday I remember my first vacation on a cruise. My Dad and I went on a three- day long cruise to The Bahamas. I had never been on a cruise, so it was a new experience for me. We needed to be in Tampa for our departure, so we drove the two hours from Orlando, Florida to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. My Dad and I used this time to talk, make plans for the trip and think about our upcoming adventures on the cruise.

The night before we began our journey to Orlando, I didn’t get much sleep. My eyes were wide open like an owl most of the night, tossing and turning under my cloudy soft comforter thinking about what awaited me the next 24 hours. I have always been interested about what it would be like to go on a roller coaster, but I hated the feeling of weightlessness like a balloon. I even hated going on elevators, just the thought of all that force sent a shivering sensation throughout my body that made me agonizingly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, there was a roaring lion fearlessness within me that wanted to indulge on this endeavor. In the morning we pack the family SUV as if we were sardines in a can and headed out to Islands of Adventure.