My Amazing Trip to California
My True Passion
As I lay soundly asleep in my bed, I was awoken by my mother’s hands shaking me to get up.” I have a surprise for you wake up”, my mother exclaimed with excitement. “ Mom ! ” , I crooned as I slowly began to arise from my slumber. “We are going on a trip to California to meet your grandpa, ! “ my mom shouted. My mouth lit up with an enormous grin that could mostly likely be seen from the streets outside of my window. I was so excited to travel on an airplane for the first time to meet my grandpa.
The next day, my mother and I began to pack for our trip to Oakland, California. I packed my Ipod, my earphones, my shorts, shirts, teddy bear, toothbrush, etc. After we finished packing, my father drove me and my mother to the airport. The sun was blazing hot and the cool breeze from the disorderly winds helped to maintain some sort of coolness. My mother and I walked in the massive brick-walled building, passed through the extensive line in security, and reached our destination at the end of the walkway. As we approached, we noticed that the pleasant and calm attendant was already calling out our zone number. We quickly got in line and walked through the narrow tunnel to board. As we walked through the tunnel, I looked out the window to view the plane. The plane was giant with many small rounded windows and a shiny white exterior to match its massiveness. I was excited and scared to ride on this airplane. I’ve watched all of the airplane horror movies and was somewhat cautious of my surrounding and what may or may not occur.
As we landed in San Francisco, I noticed how different the climate was. I was shocked by how bitterly cold it was, even though it was the summer season. I walked through the airport and looked around in amazement. There were so many different places to eat at such as burger places, ice cream places, coffee shops, souvenir outlets, etc. There were many massive windows that extended about 100 or so feet in the air. I was astonished by the amount of different people walking all over the airport, the different religions and cultures, from what someone was wearing to what somewhat bought, the nationalities, the clothing that was worn. My mother grabbed me by the hand in order to get my attention and led me to the exit.
Out of nowhere, a tall man approached with a grin on his face, hugging me as tight as possible. His missing row of teeth, his squinty black eyes and gray thinning hair helped me to realize that was grandpa.” We are going to have a great time” , my grandpa said. He drove us to Oakland, California, where his house was located. His house was white with a red door and royal blue shutter windows. Around his house, there was a white picket fence that helped the yard to look as neat as possible. Since, it was late at night, my grandpa decided that we should get some rest, in order to, start our exploration of San Francisco the next day.
The next day, I woke up as early as possible quickly showering, dressing, eating cereal, and brushing my teeth. I was more than ready to see the different people, the Japanese flower garden, the humongous beach, the beautiful clay houses, and most importantly the different places to eat. My grandpa looked at me with excitement and told me he had a surprise for me. A surprise , I thought, oh my I’m more ready than Spongebob, when he’s on his way to work. We suddenly approached our destination and a smile spread across my face. All I could see was the colorful swimsuits that everyone wore, the volleyball going back and forth across the net, children running around in their swim trunks and one-piece swimming suits, kids playing in the water, and adults laying back on lounge chairs. We had approached the beach in San Francisco. It stretched for miles and miles or at least for as far as my eyes could see. The warm sand was comforting but the hot sun was annoying and too much for someone as small as myself. The smell of the air was of hot dogs and barbecue my favorite at the time. I rushed to the cool dark blue water and was surprised at the pain shockingly coldness of it. I immediately got out of the water and my grandpa laughed at my quick motion.
Our next destination was of no surprise, my grandpa told everyone that we were going to head to the garden. The garden contained trees of different sizes, the smell of it all was of rain, and yet the red, orange, yellow color of the petals could not be diminished. The structures of the buildings reminded me of a Japanese building or house. The few buildings were all made out of wood, very open, no doors except for one or two, and a couple of stairs. The wood was very dark, the roof was pointed, and there were no windows. As we continued our walk through the garden I noticed green and blue flowers, pink flowers, and white flowers. The smell of these flowers were strange but fascinating.
Our last and final destination for the day would be the Pier 39. Pier 39 would be the ultimate most spectacular place to visit. From the different places to shop, to the cinema, merry go round, the artists ,and jewelry stores, I felt that this couldn’t even better than what it already was. Then out of nowhere, my grandpa hands me cotton candy. “Whoa, thanks grandpa!” . I exclaimed. “Your welcome”, he said. I ate the cotton candy and then began to visit the many different stores with my mom, I brought a hat that was camouflage with the words San Francisco going across it in a brown bold letter. I’ll give this to my dad, I thought, as I remembered my dad stayed back in Illinois due to his fear of flying. I proceeded to the jewelry store next only to realize that the pearl necklaces and small gold chains were way more expensive than I thought. My next decision was to get a picture drawn of me. The pictures was amazing. My bright green eyes lit up the photo while I was dressed in a red dress and my black long shiny hair flowed over it. I sat on a pile of money with a smile on my face. My name Torri was written across the top in cursive letters in a black elegant form. I rode the pretty merry-go-round with its bright blue and red colors. The different animals such as the horse the penguin and the camel were painted with detail brown black and white in color. As I rode around and around, I laughed with joy and happiness to be in a new place filled with so many people, different languages, attitudes, beliefs, clothing, and styles. I love this place and I never want to leave I thought to myself as I jumped off of the merry-go-round.
As my mother and I approached the airport, I began to cry with sadness. “It’s okay, you may come back anytime you please, my grandpa mentioned to me as I exited the car. He gave me a hug, looking down at me and said I love you. I returned the I love you with a smile and promised to return to California, the never ending state of wonder and fun. I sat in my seat in the airplane and plugged my earphones in my ear. I skipped through my songs on my Ipod and realized that I think I may love to travel. I absolutely loved the fact to see a different surrounding, different people, to taste different food, to smell the air which was so different from what I was use to back home. From that day forward, I learned that I love to explore different places whether it be cities or states. I love the excitement of observing something new and learning something different whether its from my environment or from the interactions of people, I will always love to travel.