My Experience At The Los Angeles Locos Hotel

The ocean was so calm and stretched as far as the eye could see. It changed color with the light and the depth, from green to blue to dark blue. At twilight, you can't tell the ocean from the sky. The sky was so blue and not a cloud could be seen for miles. It made me feel at peace and so harmonious. There was the scent of saltwater in the air, a scent like no other. There around we could see sharks swimming calmly in the waters of the Caribbean Sea. They were so beautiful even though they are predators of the sea. On the boat everyone was very quiet, in fear, with the only hope of getting to our destination safely. The boat was overcrowded and no one could move or they would have risked tipping it over and sinking. There were 150 people in a small boat, mostly family with children. Time went by and after a few hours of sailing we heard the magic words when the captain yelled, “Everybody relax we are out of Cuban territory, you are free! We are now on international waters”. That’s when everybody started crying and cheering with excitement. Time once again began to pass by slowly, and I remember at one point the sky started painting in an array of pink, orange and yellow, and before long the pale glow of the moon was beginning to show. Soon enough the sky started to turn black and all the stars starting to shine up in the

We then had to wait about an hour until our rooms would be ready, and that was ok because they were Ocean View rooms. We were at the Hyatt Ziva and starving so we decided to go to the Buffet, it was amazing they had good food. Our rooms were finally ready so we ran up to our rooms got ready then ran back down. We got downstairs and went straight to the pool and jumped in, after we had jumped into the pool we then went to the Ocean. The Ocean was amazing it was so clear that if the water was waist high you could still see your feet. That was on the first day but on the 2nd and 4th day we went to the Ocean on the other side of the hotel,which was called "Cancun Ocean." It was clear and beautiful just like the other ocean except this one had bigger waves especially when they hit shore and crashed. The ocean was a red flag which means "Danger, Go in at your own risk." All of us had still went in, there was a really bad under toe that drug you in everytime a wave crashed on you. Here are two amazing things that I did while I was in Cancun Mexico, I swam with the dolphins, and went Jet Skying. The dolphins were amazing there skin was so slimy, and then they would pull you around. At the end of everything the dolphins would give you a kiss on your lips, and then you cheek. Then Jet Skying oh my goodness, it was amazing and at the same time scary. You would go out so far into the ocean and the waves were huge but I

Walking into my kitchen, one December evening of 2014, I saw the printed itinerary for our upcoming trip. There, at the very top, in my mom’s cursive, was written “Hollywood.” Possessing a deep appreciation for travel and cities, I was thrilled to add another place to my repertoire. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I rushed into my closet, dug up my scruffy suitcase and lugged it back to my mom. Haphazardly, I began compiling my favorite outfits, my room suddenly resembling a disaster zone. It was then, tangled up in feelings of exhilaration and chaos, that I knew I was in for an unforgettable experience, one that would stay embedded in my memory for years to come.

Every time I went to El Cedro a small town in Guanajuato, Mexico, I still remember that one time my family (including parents, grandparents, siblings, and few uncles and aunts with their children) and I spend an amazing family time in that place, and I’m hoping it could happen again and again. We woke up very early since we had to pack everything we needed, such as the food and some chairs, plates, cups, and something to drink. my parents and my uncles were going to make some barbeque later that day. Then we waited for everybody to meet up at my house so we can all leave together. When all the people were there, we separated into two groups

The summer of my sophomore year, my parents decided to take my brother and me to visit La Palma, Tamasopo, San Luis Potosi, México, the “pueblo” (town) where my father blossomed. I have always liked going to see my grandparents and tell them my stories about life in what they call “el otro lado” (the other side). Although I have already gone there dozens of times, I was excited for this trip. I longed to walk down the dirt roads, smell the authentic Mexican cooking that my grandmother makes to help us feel at home, the “huapangos” (a style of Mexican music, originated in La Huasteca, a region of San Luis Potosi) that my grandfather blasts to drown out the sound of the morning rooster, and with my Coolpix 530 camera in hand, I was ready to capture and save the beauty of the Mexican lifestyle.

When I was in the sixth grade my best friend, Makayla, took me surfing for the first time. On August 29th, we went to our favorite beach Pacific City. I fell in love with the ocean, beach, sand between my toes, and the feeling of being a surfer. Surfing all day long with an endless amount of laughs and smiles, we brought our rental surfboards back to the shop were we got them from. It just so happened that the shop closed at 6, but we didn't realize that. Her mom wasn’t feeling comfortable just leaving the surf boards by the shop, so her mom bought a room at the nearest hotel. Makayla and I were very pleased with this. The day was over, our tired bodies and hair smelling of salt, we had a great night of

The next day, I was back at the lobby after breakfast and true to my expectations, she was there too. She took me for a stroll on the beach. Being quite early in the morning, the water was as still, and the sky was daubed light blue coupled with the bright morning sun. I was amazed at how early, people went to the beach – no one was willing to miss a moment of the breathtaking sunrise. Couples laughed and embraced on the sandy shores while watching the sunrise, others ran about the beach, while others enjoyed a morning swim. Walking down the shoreline, I felt the soft sand squeeze slowly through my toes. As we walked on the outer shoreline near some rocks some people were noisily diving; I suggested that we also join in as they seemed to be having the time of their lives. We went to a nearby stand and hired some diving gear. On the first dive off the edge of the rocks, it was utterly unbelievable. The view of the tropical sea life and coral reefs from inside the water was breathtaking. It was like swimming through a miniature rainbow. I remember seeing a seahorse fish – and getting a little

As I dragged my soaking body along the warm, caramel sand I stood back and began to look and wonder where I was. In the midst of what seemed to be a tropical paradise, there was vast greenery spread throughout hundreds of acres of land, so luscious that they looked like they were individually handcrafted. Beautiful flowers ranging in all colors of red, blue, purple, and yellow were spread along the banks of small streams surrounding the trees. Continuing to walk on the beach I began to tremble as I started to remember what happened upon my arrival. My friends and I were going on vacation to Fiji until the main engine of our plane abruptly burst into flames urging everyone to jump out into the water. Everything from that moment went black in

I stretched my arms out and looked up and down the beach. Although I lived in Waikiki for years, it'd been far too long since I took a vacation, let alone the beach, since I'm dealing with neverending piles of school assignments and activities. As I strolled along the coastline I can feel the soft smooth sand beneath my feet. I was taken in by the soothing atmosphere that encircled me. I closed my eyes, letting myself absorb the blistering rays of the sun on a scorching summer day. The beach was oddly quiet for this time of that year, only a handful of people sunbathing. I didn't mind, I was going to enjoy myself.

The air was cold and windy. The beach was black, with small glossy pebbles, and shells. The shells on the beach where beautiful, shiny, and large bigger than my head. The water was gray with rocks that were big enough to climb on. The rocks held puddles of water with ocean life living in them. Small crabs where running over my feet as I sat on the rocks looking at the wave splash against it. A small trail going off of the beach, going to a

As my eyes lit up like the fourth of July, I stood with my feet stuck to the ground, and my nerves tingle with happiness because of how marvelous it was. I didn't know a Mexico resort could be so nice.

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.

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.

I was home alone, and I was bored because all of my friends were busy and I couldn't think of a single fun activity to do. It was a boring day, But there are so many fun things to experience on a boring day, so I decided to convert this bad day into a day of fun. I went for a walk with my nephew in New York city. While I was walking, a great shop attracted my eyes from a long distance and as I got closer to this shop, I figured more details about it, and I was mostly attracted by the huge welcoming sign that says: "Welcome to our cafe". So I decided to invite my nephew to try out this attractive cafe, and he accepted my invitation as he was amazed by the views next to the cafe.

I know it was wrong but anytime I saw a car drive up to the parking garage I always anticipated tips. I couldn’t help it. I was working in the UMass campus hotel as a bellhop for the summer. “Please have lots of luggage” I always whispered to myself. A good amount of luggage meant the guests will need my assistance which meant there was a possibility I would be tipped. It’s weird how in just a year my views on tipping have changed. I guess there’s just something about stepping in someone’s shoes to understand a situation and in my case it was working in a tipping job. It’s not like I was being paid below minimum wage but now that I was paying my own rent, buying groceries and spending money on other responsible adult stuff this marvelous