During the summer of 2017, we took a trip to Denia, Spain. It was such a fun vacation to experience with my family and best friends. The first thing I remember is the airport and process to get there. Only being 11 years old and leaving the country was a big deal and something i’m so grateful for. The airport was loud and busy, so much movement for my young eyes. When we boarded the first plane, I felt excited. It smelled clean, people were calmer. A big screen in front of me, full of movies I could watch and music I could listen to. Because it was such a long flight, we got a meal half way through. I was pasta, had a plastic wrap sealed on it. When I opened it, a salty smell made its way through the steam seeping out of the plastic. Sleeping was hard when you’re squeezed in between your family. the hard arm rest I had to rest my head on left a red mark on my cheek. Finally we arrived at the airport in Spain, everyone was so kind. The language was all different, the signs were in spanish, and the conversations I heard were fast and in all types of different languages. The air was warm and it was sunny outside with no clouds. We got to take a train to Denia. Once we got there we took an uber to the house. Passing by the town of color, the buildings squished together shooting up tall. There were people walking everywhere, lots of bikes and music seemed to always be playing somewhere. When we got to the house it was like I was in a different world, it was so beautiful. The beach was just a 2 minute walk down the ally. The sand was hot and the water was clear and refreshing. There was a beach bar with amazing food. The drinks were made from real fruit and tasted amazing. After the first day we went to dinner on the shore. We had pallea and it was so good. Once we were full we ran to the waves while our parents had wine. We ran around in the dark, and the sand was cold. We walked home and fell right asleep. The next day we went into town for lunch. We went to the market and it was flooded with people. The air smelled salty and we got to pick out fish and fruit. We got to pick out whatever we wanted, but we had to say everything in spanish. All that time in Spain, I experienced so many things. I got to see the running of the bulls, and I got to see a live bull fight. I got to try all different foods and meet different people. For the extent of the trip, the main thing I remember was feeling so happy. The food was amazing, the people were so kind. I was so sad when I had to go home, but I cant wait to go again.