water water water

So many thoughts and mixed feelings are floating around in my mind. The Philippines had its moments that will forever be imprinted in my memories. There is another place that I found to be so different from where I am from and that is in Ixtapa, Mexico.


I remember sleeping right through the plane ride. I was a little person when I visited there, around when I was in fifth grade. I only woke up when my brother nudged me to look out the window. When I looked down, at first I only saw huge masses of clouds that filled the sky. It was only when the plane started to descend that I saw where we were going to land. The scenery was so cool to me. The Gulf of Mexico looked so blue and there were so many palm trees. Houses could be seen all around the mountains. I couldn’t wait to land and get off the plane to explore.


The weather was really nice there. I didn’t feel cold at all and it wasn’t humid. I remember that I spent most of the time in the water. At the hotel I was staying at there was a pool and volleyball net set up in the middle of it. My siblings and I were always playing with a ball or splashing each other. Our mom would always laugh at us saying that we should be at the beach playing. The beach was only across the street. We eventually went over there and attacked the sand.
We spent hours in the sand. My sister and I buried my brother in the sand. The only thing you could see of him was his head. My family just laughed at him because it was so hard to get him out. He pretty much ripped himself out and ran into the Gulf to wash off all the sand. I ran after him and attacked him in the waves. It’s just how we were. We always battled each other for no apparent reason, but it was fun all the same. I went back onto the sand after my brother and I got tired of battling each other and the waves. Both of us just stared up watching the sun descend making the sky an orange hue.


My favorite part of being in Mexico was when my dad rented a golf cart and we were driving around Ixtapa in it. We were visiting all the different kinds of beaches looking for sea shells. I have those sea shells to this day. I even have a piece of coral I found that washed onto shore in the mess of rocks that I venturing in. The shells I found were so smooth. Some of them had rough surfaces that I found interesting. I could only pick a few of them which was very heart breaking to me at the time, but it was a sacrifice. I laugh at it now because it’s a fun memory and I was and still am a silly person. The days I spent in Mexico was so exciting and my love for water has definitely grown since then and I bet I would love it even more if I went there again.