My Hot Family Vacation Essay

It was still about five hours until our flight and Alfred looked starved after going without food for an hour. We found a parking spot to abandon his car in until we came back from the trip. The bus to the terminal took a while, but it did not justify waking up so early for the 11 o’ clock flight. It wasn’t until we got inside that I found out just how much the airport has changed. We checked in our luggage and printed out our tickets at this machine that scanned our passports. We went up an escalator to find our gate, but before we could get to it there was this huge line we had to go through.

It whirlwinds by so fast your mind can barely process the motions, and now your surrounded by green, and brick, and people. They’re everywhere and you pause to get a breath, to ease you mounting panic. You keep walking. Upstairs now. How many flights was it? One or Two? This door or the next one?

Of course, I had to go through immigration, pick up my bag, and once again pass through security. Once I was in the gates, I started finding my gate, and by this time I had only 3 hours left to leave. I was desperately hungry, like if I hadn’t eaten for a long time. This was the first thing I did, eat. I waited there until it was time to board again. Like one hour before boarding, I started walking to my gate. People were all rushing, and desperately trying to go everywhere, so it took me awhile to get there. By 8:00pm, I already was inside the plane. About one-hour flight, I was so tired but refused to sleep. I watched all the people around me, and in that moment I felt so lonely in the plane because I didn’t know anybody at all. Once I got there I took a taxi, and went to my apartment where I had everything already set up since summer. I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until next

Finally, when I stepped out of the plane, I can smell the quick brief of gas that hurt my lungs and throat for a second from all the factories around Los Angeles. I went to a bus stop to stop at a parking lot where I left my car. When I got in the car, I started driving to my house. It took two hours and midway my trip I can see the sun setting I can see the crimson, orange, black sky ahead of me. When I got home it was eight in the night and my dog was beside me and she jumped on the bed and I fell asleep with my

It's time, my trip is today! I woke up very early in the morning. It was brisk outside. I had goosebumps all over my body. I made sure I had everything I need.Clothes,earbuds,shoes,socks and my phone of course!My family and I stepped into the car full of excitement. Before I knew it,we have arrived at the Denver international airport.The lines took years. It felt like I was getting older and older. We made it through the big line and dropped off our bags. I still had 3 hours until it was time to go. I was so hungry I could eat a horse! My family and I grabbed some Mcdonalds. After awhile, I finally boarded the plane.

First, we arrived at the airport at sunset, and the sun began to start sinking below the building. We unpacked the vehicle and walked to the revolving doors that were marked ‘‘Entrance C’’. My mom and I sat down in seats that were in small rows while my dad made sure the tickets and luggage was all correct. We had an hour and a half delay. Once we entered I noticed the plane was completely filled. We sat down in our seats and patiently waited for the plane to take off. As I

The drive was roughly two hours, and then we finally arrived at the airport. I had been to that airport so many times, but never boarded a flight, so it was a strange feeling. It made the entire trip feel very sudden and real, and it made me excited. Going through security, thankfully, did not take as much time as we expected, and it wasn’t as complicated as I previously thought. We then waited patiently to board our plane. I was expecting to be tired because it was unusually late at night, but my nerves and the anticipation ensured I wouldn’t be sleeping for a while. At last, we boarded the plane. It took longer than I imagined for the plane to take off. The feeling close to weightlessness was worth it, in spite of that, and I was ecstatic about having the window seat and getting to look at everything

The ride was pretty uneventful, except the songs they started singing half way there. I just sat there quietly in my own world. I was also looking at my vine bracelet. I could feel the life of the plant in it. I could also move it which was pretty cool. I wondered what the full extent of my powers were. I wondered would i be able to do the changing the weather with my mood thing like the original summer. I was snapped out of my thoughts when doors started opening and they started to unload the car. I heard bits and pieces of their conversation which was crowned out by their movement and all the other things going on around us.

The airplane was my death bed. Or so I thought. I took a flight to the Philippines to visit my grandma. As I was slowly teetering on my way to the restroom, I felt dizzy, light-headed, and confused to the point that I did not know how to open the bathroom door. When I returned to my seat, I felt shivery and sluggish. I realized I had a fever.

I was sitting in the international terminal and was staring at a plane and thinking it was bigger than ever thought because I only saw a plane in the sky like a bird, then I heard flight number," AI 942 from Delhi to Chicago is ready to board". I handed my ticket to the women and got in to the plane. The hostess welcomed me and helped me to find out my seat, and sat on the aisle side and looking outside and everything around me, first thing I noticed was a curtain separating business class from the economic class and then I noticed a white air vent and a light above my head and I can adjust with my hand. There was a head phone to listen to music and a small screen in front of every chair to watch movies. A young women around her 30's came and

As the orange seatbelt sign went off, people in the plane started to hurriedly move towards the door. I stood up, and tailed the orderly crowd as we moved in a single file line. As I got closer to the door, I started to feel some nastily warm air. I felt like I walked into, what could surely be a sauna. My mother was right; the weather was definitely different from America. The air felt damp and heavy. It was surprisingly hard to breathe in the humid air. I felt sweat instantly roll from my face to my shirt. Telling me is one thing, but experiencing it, is completely different.

The summer of 2006 was hot and relentless, luckily I was in the airport, spared from experiencing the heat. I was seven years old and preparing to go to China with my grandpa. The flight to China was a horrible thirteen hour journey. I was feeling restricted in my seat, experiencing a horrible headache and was feeling nauseous from airsickness. After thirteen hours of suffering, we finally landed in China. I was ecstatic and had never before, in my entire seven years of life, been so happy to see the ground.

My back was sore from waiting in the stiff airport chair. I sat there staring at all the travelers moseying their way to a seat or hurrying to their gate. Just a few hours ago, I was at school, eating lunch with my fifth grade class. Then all of a sudden, my mom was there saying I had an appointment she had forgot about. We shuffled across the tile floor to the office. I studied the orange fish in the tank by the secretary's desk, waiting for my sister. When she arrived, my mom took out her phone and held it up like she was going to take a picture. I raised an eyebrow in confusion. My mom handed us each a tiny envelope with a list of things we needed to pack. My confusion quickly transformed into delight when I read the bottom of the page. It said that we were leaving for New York City that evening!

The warm stuffy air, the smell of sweat, the noise of crying children made my ears ring constantly, squashed in the middle with no room to put my arms on a side rest, at neither side of me and the strong sun burning my eyes. By now you may have wondered where I was, In fact I was 35,000 feet high travelling on a busy airline heading to North Africa.

It was a bitter cold morning in Birmingham, Alabama, which is normal for its December months. It wasn’t snowing, but there was a slight frost on the windows of the car. My parents and I were embarking on a trip to Houston, Texas to see my grandparents for the holidays and I was beyond excited. Every year since I was born, we always went out to Texas to spend Christmas with them. We usually would drive a strenuous twelve hours, which made for a very tiring trip, for both me and my parents. However, this particular year, my parents decided to buy plane tickets. I had never been on a plane before, and I was not thrilled about it. Airplanes scared me to death, and I couldn’t help but think about all the things that could go wrong. I was