My Trip At The Beach

1014 WordsApr 11, 20175 Pages
The worst part of any vacation or anticipated trip, in my opinion, is the time spent in the vehicle. This particular year, I do not think I could have possibly been more eager to get my yearly week at the beach started. A long summer of working 6 days a week, sometimes 10 or 12 hours at a time made me long for a week I could kick back in the sand with a cold beverage and watch the waves come and go. As I was packing our car the afternoon before we were supposed to leave, and found a small book that my brother had given me a few weeks prior. I am really not much of a reader, mainly because I have a short attention span and I start to think about other things I could be doing. However, being stuck in a vehicle for ten hours, I decided…show more content…
As I started reading the book, I found myself relating to this hard luck fisherman named Santiago. I could almost visualize an old man sleeping off a hangover in his hammock, thinking if he could only catch that one fish, his life would be different. It was about this time that I realized how into this book I was becoming. Every few minutes my wife would say something to me and I would answer with a generic “Yeah, how about that.” Or “Huh?” After about the fifth time of her trying to have a conversation, she eventually gave up. Normally I mentally check off the states we are traveling through as a sort of way to gage our progression. This time, however, I eventually could not have told you if we were in Maryland or North Carolina. As I continued to be absorbed in this story, I found myself rooting for this old man like he was a family member. I continued to be able to visualize every inch of the story as though I was watching it on a portable DVD player and not reading a book. The only problem was, as I continued to read this story, I could feel the pages in my right hand getting thinner at a rapid pace. Even though it’s a short book (around 130 pages), after I got hooked into the book, I kind of expected it to last me the remainder of the trip. At the same time, my wife decided to stop at a local farmers market to look around and stretch her legs. I found myself genuinely disappointed that I was going to have

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