Summer in Spain
Sun. Spain was ablaze with it, that’s what I firs thought when I first stepped off the plane. Spain was a superior place to be around the summertime. Everyone seemed so happy and relaxed. The sun beamed down onto my face, standing alone I gazed up at the Azure sky and was glad that I came to Spain. The Beaches in Spain were magical, with there golden sand and blue seas it was a great place to be around summer and my parents allowed me to spend a night there camping on the beach with my friend who I brought along. As I looked along the different points along the shore, the waves and ripple's of the salty blue water crash upon various sections of the beach. I then decided to put on my ray-bans and slap on some sunscreen and sit and absorb the suns glory. I looked around and me and my friend were taking in the in the deep blue sky, the light blue sea, the red-hot sun and white sand. The pleasantly refreshing smell of the Sea Came over us and we were feeling very Fortunate to be here and not Scotland. A cool breeze would appear every so often and cooled us down which off of the ocean water. The songs of the seagulls and of small children running about and having fun could be heard echoing around the beach but within a few hours of being in this idyllic beach we grew restless and wanted to go and explore the whole beach and the surrounding area. So we begin to walk but within a bout 10 minutes of walking in the scorching sun we decided to stop and rest. We both sat down and drove the palm of my hand through the white sand grains which were transparent like fine crystal grains. The noise and activity of the section of the beach which we were just at was at a distant blur to the east. After some bottles of water we decided to walk again. So we Walked across an empty stretch of the golden sun and began to feel like it was a desert, it was now mid afternoon and the sun was blistering hot. The air had gotten thick, moist, smelly and hot. It felt...