My Experience At The Hotel Room

The morning of the cruise, we packed our luggage and checked out of the hotel. We found a taxi and then the taxi took us to the cruise ship. After checking in we explored the cruise ship. We found two gigantic pools, as well as, two steamy hot tubs. The cruise ship was enormous.

This scenery of Hawaii look like a paradise. I want to start with the beach smells fresh a like new ocean air freshener spray. The pure sand is so hot that when you walk on it after swimming in the sea, you feel that you walk on a burning potatoes. Not far from the seashore, you can see the beautiful huge palm trees. They dances as oriental dancers in the air by the strong wind. In a distance, there are a beautiful small houses on the water, so you can always see the endless blue ocean. The people resting here are talking, laughing with interesting, funny discussions, children are playing on the burning sand, for example: are making the towers from sand and he others are relaxing on the seashore for sunbathing. Next, there are many modern ships

As I lay basking in the intense, but pleasurable gulf sun, I can feel the calming rock of the cruise ship. The relaxing music played on a steel drum, flow through my ears. I can hear children laughing while they play poolside and zip down the waterslide. The overwhelming aroma of fresh cooked food from the all-american or Mongolian lunch outlets circulates the ship and makes my mouth water. I can not wait to eat lunch.

Today was weirdly exotic. I was going out to the dock at the crack of dawn to unload our materials from the trip that we took. The dock was cracked and had algae stains everywhere I looked. I saw more and different Hawaiians getting paid to refit our ships because the only reason we are here is because of our ship. As I walked closer to them, I saw that they were actually making a lot from our captain. He was practically bankrupt because he gave most of his money to the Hawaiians. While I observed the Hawaiians, I spotted a beautiful woman with dashing features, but I continued on to refitting the things that I had to refit. I started by unloading the razor sharp

As I put away the Lenovo keyboard and mouse, I felt a sudden and urgent sense of exhaustion. In a matter of seconds I fell back onto the couch and entered a trance of sleep. When I woke I realised that I had not really woken up; instead, I was merely lucid in my own dream. As I gazed around my setting I suddenly smelt a sharp fragrance of a barbados lily, it was a very sweet and honey like smell. I saw an endless amount of roystonea regia, which is a fancy word for those very common palm tree-like trees. They were so beautifully decorated in a green hue that was encompassed in a vibrant shine. I felt the what could only be sand underneath me, it was so hot, yet refreshing. I began to walk through the narrow course of trees until I saw an end to the path. Then I saw it, the ocean. It was like every movie I had ever seen. It was so clear due to the salt, and it glistened like a pasture covered

one edge of the island to the other edge. Not a very big island. Soon, we had enough of the hammock and we decided to enjoy the wonderful Bahamas sun and warm, perfect weather that didn’t involve rain or snow. We set out across the rocky sand to find a beach. As we followed the cement sidewalk, we came to a beach with tiny, tiny white sand granules, and not a rock in sight. We picked a spot in the sand, lathered on the oil, and “baked”. After about an hour of the hot, hot, sun, we took a dip in the seventy degree, clear, clean, blue water. Not a wave in sight and nothing to complain about. As we enjoyed the water that was only four feet deep all the way to the other side of the one hundred yard bay, we say many seashells beneath our feet and decided that these would make great souvenirs. We picked up a couple white, cream, and brown seashells and headed back up the sandy beach to our towels where we were going to “flip” and take in some more glorious sunshine. Two hours later, we decided that we were hungry, so we packed up our beach gear and headed back up the cement sidewalk to the big brown pavilion where the food was to be served.

R/s the four adults and two small children in room 16 at Clemson Motel is hiding from DSS. R/s the parents and grandparents are all doing drugs. R/s Justin (dad) is smoking meth and heroin. R/s the room sell smells like pot. R/s Destiny (mom) is selling her medication and food stamps so they can get high.

The warm Florida heat beats my shoulders, and sweat drips down my spine. Large touristgroups gather together blocking the street, and their constant buzzing noise bombards my ears.As I take in the families swarming the sides of the streets, a rush of impatience shoots up myspine. The fragrance of kettlecorn wafted down the street. Flavorless saliva fills my mouth, andmy eyes devour the passing cart. Cameras flash at the families dolled up for a memorable familyphoto. A miraculous moment under the shade beckons my presence; however, a different gravitypulls me away. My eyes make contact with the looming iron gates welcoming me to the entranceof the mundane path, and there the cobblestone street splits off, curving its way through thegates. My

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting for our trip to commence, we finally arrived on the dreamy island. Rather than staying at a hotel, we rented a beach house that was supposedly only a six minute walk from Marco Island Beach. While pulling up to the magnificent home, I was holding back tears of joy. The pale grayish-blue house looked like it had jumped right out of a framed photograph hanging up in the waiting room of a doctor's office. Among it’s

I recall in vivid detail the scenery around us as we embarked on our perilous journey down the Nantahala. We arrived at the drop-off point in the early afternoon the next day. The sweet smell of fresh pine trees was floating in the air and a soft midsummer breeze was brushing against our faces. After receiving

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.

I don't have enough positive words to describe my experience abroad. Being forced to adapt to a different academic style made me grow as a student, and being exposed to different cultures has opened me up to a world I never could have imagined. I was fortunate enough to travel to many different European countries during my time abroad, and each one was more incredible than the last. I think the best part of my experience abroad was living in London. I absolutely loved city life. The tube has to be one of the world’s greatest inventions, and it’s incredible how small and homey such a big place can feel when everything is easily connected.

These days, there have been a number of hotels in various cities, towns and countries. From when I was young to now, I have visited many inns since I loved to travel to somewhere. I had any feeling and impression about hotels where I have been before I became eighteen years old. Hotels were just hotels that I needed to stay for the night. No more than that I thought. Before I went to Canada to study English in 2011, my family had a plan to travel somewhere and stay in a hotel for my farewell in Korea. After we visited many attractions, we were heading to the hotel that we made a reservation. When I saw the entrance of the hotel, I was surprised at first, and when we went inside of the hotel, I was surprised again. For two days, I was very impressed and I thought a lot in positive ways. I always had a desire to visit again and I wanted to get a hotel like that inn. It was the first time for me to know what I want to become. The trip to the hotel was totally changed my life and my dream.

1.)I have been working since I was about 17, and as of now I have held multiple different positions, in various institutions. Each of these positions required a different set of skills and attributes, nevertheless they all required the same dedication and focus. I have always been one to show up and complete with my daily tasks, however there is a specific situation that I recall that required me to step up and do more than I was required to.

Sitting in class for the first time, it was half of what I expected. I expected to sit by people I didn’t know, learn about old things in new lights, and writing a lot of papers. What I didn’t expect was me hating college. I am not as creative as some teaches would like, but that isn’t my personality, and I dint want it to be either. I fully expected college to try and morph me into a perfect little student that I knew I wasn’t. College so far to me hasn’t been fun and I will treat it like Wal-Mart. When I say that, I mean that I will get in and get out as fast as possible. If I pick up stuff along the way then alright, but if I don’t, then it won’t kill me.