Traveling to Spain- Personal Narrative

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Traveling to Spain- Personal Narrative

Spain. A wonderful country with a different culture to any other in

the world. With its wonderful scenery jumping out at you and its

surprisingly unfamiliar ranges of spicy foods, this and the relaxation

was why I wanted to go. But with all its exciting features I was

barely able to relax at all.

My journey started when I left the plane. The hot breeze immediately

hit my soft pink skin and left me with a silent shiver up my spine. I

looked around and the setting was beautiful, all I could see was lush

green fields, and silent hills with the sun just rising over the top.

I stopped staring in amazement and walked over to the airport. It was

very neat and tidy with the surrounding trees were giving a scent of


I collected my luggage and whistled down a taxi. It was an old

Mercedes with rusty doors and ripped seats but it got me from A to B

so I was thankful. The scene out of the dusty cab window was very

exotic. The red sunset sky and clear yellow stars were shining

brighter than ever. I just couldn’t wait to leave the taxi and explore

the country that I would be living in for the next two weeks.

Eventually I reached the villa I was staying in. It was set in the

middle of a small village surrounded by sizzling brown leaved trees,

and long peaceful roads. It was an amazing scene.

I slowly walked to door of the villa and noticed that the brickwork

had gradually eroded like a cliff at the side of the sea. I hoped the

inside could be as good as the outside, I opened the door, took a look

round and saw that it was. The lounge was incredibly romantic with an

exquisite view from the outside...

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...ards their

foods. I finished the nachos, eventually, with a burning mouth. I

needed to order a glass of fresh strawberry milkshake which was the

most refreshing drink I had ever tasted. It left my tongue coldly and

slowly sizzling away. It was out of this world.

I then went on to my desert which was ice cream and a coffee. The ice

cream wasn’t like any old ice cream. It was the softest and most

smoothest ice cream, with bulky but thin covered cream to create a

taste of bubbly ness in my mouth. I then finished the night with a

splendid cup of coffee. I could really taste the coffee beans within

it. It was gorgeous and the smell was like chocolate mixed with a hint

of mint. The smell was just exceptional.

For me it had now come to the end of the night, so I walked back to

the villa and jumped in my luxurious bed.

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