Descriptive Essay On Beach Vacation

I was sitting on a hot steamy white sand beach where the ocean was washing into the shore. Cinque Terre was a nice vacation spot to chill, relax, and go for a swim. Ninety-Five degree weather all day long, everyday. My family and I were staying in a small, no air-conditioning house with only 3 bedrooms. During our sleep, we forget to close the windows so little lizards come into our house and crawl up our walls. Cinque Terre is a great vacation spot for many family activities!

After traveling for 3-hours, my family arrived at our beach house in Ocean City Maryland. After making a quick trip for groceries, we decided to go to bed and set alarm clocks for early in the morning. After a good nights sleep, I woke up to the pleasant smell of bacon and eggs. After feasting on a delightful breakfast, my brothers and I began to get ready for the beach. We went down the creaky wooden stairs of our beach house and unlocked the storage room located beneath the home. I decided to carry both of the floral umbrellas while my brothers took the portable beach chairs. After grabbing all of our gear, we headed back up the weathered stairs and towards the distant sand dunes. As we approached the entrance of the sand dunes, the satisfying sounds of the ocean's waves started to become closer and closer. Once we traveled closer, the vivid orange sun began to ascend from the deep sea. At this early point in the morning, the sand walkway enclosed by dunes, hadn't heated up from the sun, so the sand had a soothing feeling of cool sand between each toe. Upon reaching the shore, we noticed that not many beachgoers had set up their

Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock! The sand in my hour glass was shifting as gravity pulled each particle. Then I realized, all of these particles of sand will soon fall to the bottom, I could either let my precious last moments in Florida perish like the sand or celebrate them as if they are the last days. So, I began to call my friends, and make a list of places and things I wanted to do. Before I move I wanted to visit my old house where I lived until I was six years old, I wanted to relive my precious moments, with hope for approval, I visited my parents’ room. I asked my mother with deep hesitation, thinking her answer determines the fate of my last days in Florida. “Hey mom, can we go to Palm Beach one last time before we move? Can we..? I had so much to say, but very little time. Then gracefully she replied, “Yes, we’ll try to visit as many places as possible, but we only have one week.” So the first thing next morning we begin our three-hour drive, upon our arrival at the town of Royal Palm Beach. I began to recall my childhood, my first day of school bright and fresh in my head like the sun. The rays of that memory also touch other pleasant memories such as learning how to read, ride my bike, and getting my first dog. My dad moved to the United States when he was thirteen, he once told me that “When you do something new, you can’t look back, otherwise you’ll never discover anything new or experience something new and life is all about experiences”,

To start off with, getting out of the car after a twelve hour car ride is the best feeling in world. When I got out of the car the first thing I noticed where how many people there were and how salty it smelt. It's so salty around the beach you could even taste the salt in the air. Newport Beach is one of the most famous beaches around California so there's tons of people. Everyone is doing something from swimming in the cold dark blue ocean, to getting a tan, or even playing spikeball everyone is enjoying their day at the extremely hot beach. When wanting to jump into the water you have to run across the hot gold metallic sand. Right before you jump into the chilly water your parents make you apply

Waves are crashing, and surfers are out. Huge water giants in the distance, and they are making a strong force of ripples in the direction of the shore. Me and my family have arrived. "It's Myrtle Beach!" I said. We browse the streets for our reserved hotel. We have arrived. The Sea Breeze Hotel, a cute little hotel, too. Everyone sits in the KIA, as my father heads in to check in with the front desk. He leaves the vehicle, and enters. A large amount of time passed, especially for check-ins. Ten minutes? My dad then exits the building, as I get ready to leap out the car, stretch my back, and get luggage. But then we all notice his concerned, yet serious, look. He enters the black SUV. My mother tells us all that they misheard him on the phone, and reserved a room with two beds, instead of four or five. We browsed the city streets, past dark, looking for vacant hotels. Spotted! We find a rather expensive hotel, but at least we have a roof over our head for tonight. We check-in, and get a perfect room. We pack-up, and take our space. We all slept well, with the ocean waves crashing on shore, and the gentle sea breeze through the balcony.

It took my breath away. We were on a cliff edge made of sharp, black lava rock. The hotel lobby looked out onto the ocean. I cherished this moment. The waves were calming and water looked as if it was dancing beneath the sunlight. It was a rich, blue in some spots and in others a bright, aquamarine, light green. Streaks of purple and turquoise speckled on the surface on the water. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. The shimmering, creamy, white sand gleamed in the sun’s heat. As the blue waves crashed against the black lava rock, the water sprang into the air shooting a light mist in the sky. The Grand Bliss truly is a beautiful destination. Waiting for our hotel room to be ready my family and I walked down to the beach to a little seating place called Mandy’s. I loved the feeling of the warm sand squishing under my feet it made my calf muscles clench to keep myself balanced. I stopped walking just before the tide touched my toes. I craved the water touching my skin so, at that exact moment so I tore off my tank top that I was wearing on top of my bathing suit and just stood there taking it all in, the sun on my bare tanned shoulders, the warm, comfortable sand beneath my feet, and the insane need to jump into the salty

I sat up and stared at the horizon, cherishing the never-ending deep blue water touching the enormous orange ball in the far west.  As the sun was setting, I notice the tiny shadows of the seashells forming and the fast growing waves overcome each seashell with strong force.  When I looked up at the sky, I admired the transformation a fluffy clouds turning into light feather outlines and I watched the screaming seagulls fly across the ocean, in front of the gleaming sun.  The roaring of the waves smashing on the shore was like a warning that if we wanted to stay dry, we had to move away from the shore We did not leave the site of the beach until the purple, orange and yellow sunset hit the horizon.  I felt the warmth of the sun against my skin like a baby blanket straight out of the

When I first stepped out of the hot, stuffy plane into the bright and brilliant sunlight beaming down on my face, all I felt was excitement. With my bag in one hand and sunglasses in the other I couldn’t believe it I finally arrived at Florida! The Florida sun struck like an arrow on my skin, warming and basking my arms in its radiance. I took a deep breath and smelt a sweet flowery perfume. After pushing my way through all the tourists I finally reached my luggage. After pulling my purple bag of the conveyer belt, I made my way to the doors where my family and I were met by my aunt, uncle, and cousins to pick us up and take us back to their house.

We left the condo so early in the morning it was pitch black outside, then we made our way to the port. During the drive the wind was howling like a pack of wolves all around us and my nervousness started to kick in. I already had hesitations, but now the weather gave me an even worse feeling. Upon our arrival we gathered our gear and climbed aboard the 30’ fishing boat along with several other people. Once everyone was on we began the trip out to the ocean.

On one of the hottest days of July, we stuffed both of my parents’ cars as much as we possibly could with sleeping bags, a tent, a portable grill and food that was fun to eat near the campfire. My dad and little brother took one car, and my mother and I followed behind in the other, blaring music like best friends do. I always bring Hershey, my chocolate Labrador along with me, and it’s a sight to see her silly, drooling face flapping in the wind from the open car window behind me. Now if you’re driving along the coast, any drive is a scenic drive no matter where you’re going. The sky is always a lively shade of blue, clear of clouds in all directions. The air is unforgivingly hot, but you can always count on the wind being there when you live this close to the ocean. The drive to the ferry is a good fifteen minutes on a good day, and on average it can take another twenty minutes in line to wait for your turn to load your car on to the ferry. Yes, the only way to get to this beach is by crossing the bay to get on the narrow strip of land that we like to call the island. When it’s finally our

My parents and I happily trudged out of our chilled condo room, weighed down by various beach supplies. We made our way to the elevator, slowly but surely exiting the maze we call our condo hallways. As we glided down, floor after floor, we finally reached the parking garage. We stepped out of the elevator feeling a mix of humidity and heat immediately cling to our tan bodies. We exited the garage to find a beautiful scene. Birds were flying overhead as there were sun rays beating down against white, hot sand. We crossed the bridge that held shoes and scattered shells. After we did so, we pressed our feet against the white sand that belonged to Destin, Florida. The sight was even more alluring than I had ever imagined.

‘’ Wake up, wake up you lazy kids’’ my mum said, ‘’we are going to the beach”. My sister, my two brothers, and I woke with extreme energy, happy because it was the first time we visit the beach that summer. The day dawned bright, the sky was painted in bright blue; the beautiful sun was gleaming and shining gloriously. It was idyllic for a picnic by the sea. We quickly packed our stuff, we took some snacks and swimming outfits, and of course chair decks; we took a fast breakfast, and then we headed to the beach. I was very excited because it was my first summer without the safety armbands. However, I knew that it was going to be a bit of scary and risky but not as much what happened with me, it was like the first day at school.

I walked along the beach. As I was walking I could feel the fresh smell of the beach like it was an air freshener but it also smelled that gave me a tingle in my nose. As I kept walking along the beach I could feel the light breeze coming against me. This fresh air felt warm as I felt like I was sleeping in a comfortable bed. I kept walking in the beach, as I did it felt like an escape to all my problems and also my stress. Beach felt like a solution to all my problems and could be open with anything.

The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload. This place is the ocean.

The warm breeze of the ocean air flies past my face. The heat of the yellow sun was sizzling, beating down against my skin, tanning and burning it within seconds. Beach goers were crowded around in all directions. Seagulls gliding past the groups of people, scouting for dropped or forgotten food to eat. Their little footprints marking a trail in the sand all over the place, going in a million different directions, searching for their next meal. I take in the exquisiteness of it all, the blue-green waves crashing into the sandy shore, making white foam and bubbles wash into the sea, little boys and girls that are digging in the bright white sand running away from the small waves before they get wet. The beach is a stunning place to be; there's just something about the ocean waves and the sand between my toes that makes me just want to stay there forever.