An Absolutely Perfect Day Imagine that you could wake up tomorrow morning and have an abundant amount of cash deposited into your bank account. You would have all day to do whatever you want with a sufficient amount of cash. What would you do? Where would you go? Most people would buy enormous mansions, elaborate sport cars, and use it on an extravagant leisure. All of that sounds pleasurable, but the absolute perfect day for me would consist of immense shopping trips in preparation for my excursion to Bora Bora, French Polynesia. When I woke up on that extraordinary day, I knew something was going to occur. I received a letter in the mail dealing with my bank deposits. I opened the envelope to read a receipt that I had recently deposited …show more content…
The waters of Bora Bora were a translucent blue, where you can observe all the unique creatures and fish. I was approached by a young, sunkissed, indigenous man from Bora Bora who provided me with a tropical beverage and escorted me to my resort. The island’s resorts sat upon the turquoise waters. Once I reached my room, I changed into my bathing suit and vaulted off my deck into the water. While I was in the water, a handsome young man drifted in a boat alongside of me. He lowered his arm down and conveyed me onto the boat beside him. He guided me to the other side of the island where we swam with dolphins and scuba dived. As the waves were swaying me from side to side, I couldn’t envision a more superior day. I realized that once I woke up this morning, it wasn’t going to be an ordinary day. I had a pleasant feeling that something splendid was going to transpire. My day consisted entirely of my lifelong fantasies. Waking up with an abundant amount of cash waiting to be spent was the start of my most perfect day. I had the opportunity to achieve whatever I desired, and I chose a voyage to Bora Bora. That day was, and with any luck, would be the most perfect day
It is a fabulous place: when the tide is in, a wave-churned basin, creamy with foam, whipped by the combers that roll in from the whistling buoy on the reef. But when the tide goes out the little water world becomes quiet and lovely. The sea is very clear and the bottom becomes fantastic with hurrying, fighting, feeding, breeding animals”(57)
I sat at the front of the boat with my two sisters and our friends as we pressed through the rough water, heading towards Three Rooker Bar. It was satisfying to relax there and feel the warm summer breeze blow through my hair. I watched the seagulls, as they circled in the air then plummeted down into the water to come back up victoriously clasping a fish. Occasionally the boat would hit a huge wave and send the salty sea water splashing up into our eyes.
Watching the water glistening and shining was always so peaceful. Your arms rested upon an old wooden railing, which creaked with every movement. You leaned forward to watch a fish leap out of the water, flying into the air for a moment, before returning to the lake. As you heard the loud creaking of the railing, you tried to lean back, but before you knew it you’d lost your footing and felt yourself plunged into the lake’s depths, a scream escaping your lips before water surrounded you.
I first encountered the ocean in 1958; I was ten. Being a map enthusiast, I knew exactly where Florida was, and I was excited to swim in the salty Atlantic Ocean. Born and raised next to frigid Lake Michigan I understood a large body of water as well as a sandy beach, but no book or encyclopedia prepared me for understanding the flavor or immensity of an ocean and its adjoining shore. Arriving at the beach I raced across the hot pure white sand to keep my feet from burning, stopping in wonder when I saw ocean waves gently caressing a seashore that seemed to go on and on forever. I knew I was somewhere special.
Standing under the grey clouds in Kamakahonu Bay, water rushes through my toes as I get the chills of excitement. Looking out into the bay I see families enjoying each other's company. Paddling coaches teaching the newly paddlers how to paddle stroke by stroke. While my eyes begin scrutinize the bay I lock eyes with my dad, he starts to call me out into the water.
It didn’t seem worth it anymore. The whale sharks were nowhere to be seen. Our tour guide had warned us that the whale sharks feeding season in the area was coming to an end and that maybe we wouldn’t be able to see them today. I just didn’t think this would actually happen, a 10 hour journey for what? Suddenly I began to hear splashes of water coming from the side of the boat. A group of dolphins swarmed around the boat; this made me feel a little better. Although the sour taste of lime began to erupt my mouth as I begin to remember what we really travelled out here
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
Here we are. We are eating the best meal that we’ve had in our sixteen days on this ocean expedition. We are eating the precious, orange lobsters that the lobstermen sold to us for only five dollars a piece. We are eating the one meal that is finally uniting us as a family. “Sea to soul, soul to sea, 1-2-3, Ocean Odyssey!”. Here we are. We are sitting in a circle and reflecting on the wonderful meal that we we’re so lucky to have had. This evening meeting seems much different than the others. Maybe it’s everyone’s positive moods or the wonderful weather that we’ve been having. The girls and I are sitting closer to each other, while we share our personal experiences about this sixteenth day into the ocean expedition. Who would have guessed that food could bring people of different cultures, backgrounds, and upbringings together? These pale orange, little sea spiders are the last thing that I thought would help connect all of us girls together. “Yes, Trina, we can do our chant one more time before nature calls lights out”. Here we
Stepping out onto the beach one early morning I could hear the waves softly crash along the shore. Numerous birds nesting in the palm trees began to stir, and sing out early morning greetings. Although the sun had not yet come up, the beach was alive with surfers, like myself, preparing to some catch some waves. It was Christmas Eve, although at this Hawaiian beach it was a balmy seventy five degrees. I took in a deep breath, allowing the salty air laced with a smell of tropical flowers to fill my lungs. Wading out into the cool water, I hoped onto my board and paddled out farther from the shore to wait for the next big set of waves to come in. By this time, the sky had lightened up to a pale blue, but yet still streaked with the blackness
I would’ve loved to follow my dazzling green sea turtle, but it was time for lunch. I took my long trek out of the sandy water and up the steep set of stairs to grandma’s gate. She had my lunch waiting for me on the back porch with the tropical sun warming up my sandwich allowing the cheese to melt just enough for it to be gooey but not completely melted into cheesy soup. I had barely finished eating before I began running back down the path to the rippling water that dared me to jump in. I took it up on its dare and jumped. The second my
This love for water deepened as our family sojourned from one Naval base to another. Before my eighteenth birthday, I had dipped my toes in the waves at least eleven beaches, from the island of Saipan to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. This mobile childhood sparked a lifelong passion to travel the world, seeking the natural beauty of God’s magnificent creation. Water covers nearly three-quarters of the earth, therefore the opportunities to nourish my soul are more than abundant.
The rocks are warm on the shore at the lowest point on earth this hot summer day. I look ahead and see scenery I have only dreamed of in my sleep. The Mountains are hazy to my eyes and the Caribbean-colored water awaits my company. Afraid to go in, I think of what happened last time I came to the Dead Sea; I had an unpleasant experience. But I don’t hesitate for a minute. I don’t plunge in, for I know there are elements in the water that could make me very sick if swallowed, and hurt my eyes if I get the water in them.
“Looks like the coast is clear.” Ice cubes rattled against each other as I took a sip of iced tea to fight back against the heat. With rolled up pant legs and a cold beverage in our hands, we carefully hiked across the current and made way towards the rock, the cold sting from the water numbing any kind of pain from the rocks. We reached our destination with ease and sat down on the edge of the rock, water brushing up against our feet. Something about being in nature brings a comforting silence; bird calls and trickling water replaces the vociferous sounds of everyday life. We wanted to enjoy the warm weather before fall time strolled around the corner so we took full advantage of our secluded
The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past
I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.