Last summer, before i started high school, i was told that my family was going on a vacation to the Dominican Republic. At first, i was shaky about this; i hate sand, salt water, fish, anything tropical seems to tick me off. As the day to leave neared, i got more and more excited about vacation. It seemed as though i was counting down the minutes until we were getting on that airplane. Looking back now, this vacation wasnt actually a vacation at all.
During vacations you're supposed to get rid of stress, and enjoy your time wherever you might be. During my vacation, the food was truly horrid. I thought i would be eating this tropical grilled food with chicken, steak, great salad, but instead we had an ordered schedule of when to eat, and choices of odd food nobody was accustomed to. Besides the food, any drinks there were alcoholic except for soda's that rotted your teeth secretly. Being there for around 10-days was supposed to be worry-free. Overall, i couldnt stop worrying! After i got sick, probably from the food, i ended up spending two days in the hotel room! I was so sick, i couldnt bring myself to go to the beach.
When people think of a beach they think of many different things. Some people may fear it, hate it, or the beach is just not their thing. Others believe the beach is a spiritual place where people come to be healed by the water. For me, i used to enjoy the beach, up until i started getting into my teen years and did not like the waves. Dont get me wrong, its a great sight, but coming out of the water, with sand everywhere, your hair a mess, and being sticky from the salt water, isnt very "spiritual" to me. My experience this year was far from great. I typically enjoy fresh water, or the pool. Either way you can still get a great tan! Another thing, the sun was a murderer. It burned so many people, and left people "dying" of heat, there should've been an F.B.I report filled out. As childish that might sound, this island left me exhausted, thirsty, and hungry the whole time! I honestly could not wait to be back home.
The one time i had fun at this place, was when we all went out to dinner together. Every night it would be a different place, the hotel accompanied us with reservations around the area. Anything you bought there would be on the house. One night you would be in Little Italy dining with pasta and chicken. Another we would have snails at the French restaurant. More or less, the food at these restaurants was better than anything we had for breakfast and lunch. While everyone ate, bands would play songs corrusponding to whatever was on your plate. There would be dancers, and people having a great time.
Overall, this vacation was not as i hoped. Besides the dinner there, nothing else was entertaining to me. The beach was a disaster, including the sun, and mini-flood that happened every night! Even though it wasnt positive this sure was a "vacation to remember."
