The Island
Of Anguilla
It was a
cool and sunny February morning on the island of Anguilla. It was 6:45 a.m.,
and the sky was the color of a peach. The bay was an electric blue. The ocean
breeze felt like snow falling on my face. The rest of my family was still
asleep, while I enjoyed some quiet time on the beach in front of our resort
suite. At this early hour, Meads Bay Beach was still empty; I knew I could save
a good spot for the day. The sound of the waves made me feel relaxed.
After a while,
I realized my mom had been sitting inside enjoying the view. I saw my sister
and dad wake up too, which meant it was probably time to get dressed and go to
breakfast, but I stayed out a little longer, savoring the beauty of the view
and listening to some music. I listened to Aerosmith, Bob Marley, Led Zeppelin,
and Rush until it was time for breakfast.
That
first day, and the following six days, went by in a blur of snorkeling, boogie
boarding, tubing, swimming, rock climbing, volleyball, soccer, and basketball. Each
outdoor sporting activity was incredibly enjoyable, and we would cap off each
day with an amazing dinner at one of the local restaurants. Though the
temperature was hot during the day, it was quite cool at night; one night at
dinner I forgot my sweatshirt and the restaurant gave me a blanket!
Before I
knew it, it was our final day of vacation. “Five minutes until we leave,”
yelled my mom from inside. It wasn’t until this very moment, just before our
departure, that I noticed how much bigger our yard was than I had previously
thought. As I explored further, I found boulders curiously stacked like stairs.
They led down to a hidden beach. I stood on the sand, wishing I had known about
the hidden place before. I rushed up to tell everybody so they would have a
chance to see my discovery before we had to leave. “Come see what I found!” I
exclaimed. My parents and my sister quickly joined me on the secret beach; we admired
its beauty until we left.
Several
hours later, it was a shock to the system to arrive at cold and dimly lit JFK
Airport in New York City, New York. Once our driver picked us up, we sat
through the two and a half hour car ride back to Easton. It seemed like the car
ride went on and on and on and…until five minutes later, at midnight,
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, we were
home. I will always remember this trip, and particularly finding such an
amazing, secret beach.
