As a little girl, my family and I used to go camping every summer. Ever since I could remember, my vacation nights were spent under the stars and around a camp fire. We would go with family friends and relatives to places like Ocean City Maryland, Lake George New York, and Lancaster Pennsylvania. We continued this tradition until I was about thirteen and then, my dad was deployed to Iraq with the Army. For two years we didn’t go on any family vacations. Then when he finally came home, my family and I knew we had to do something big.
We visited the travel agent who suggested a few destinations for us. We decided on Punta Cana, in the Dominican Republic. It was a quick and exciting decision and the next step was to choose our resort. The Colonial Majestic popped out at us like a jack in the box. It was the only one that fit us perfectly. When the day finally came, we drove to the airport and boarded our flight to the Dominican Republic. As our plane got close to our destination the dark blue ocean water started to transform into this wonderful bright teal color. You could see the coral and smaller islands throughout the ocean like the speckling of a robin’s egg shell.
We landed in the Dominican Republic’s airport. Everything was open aired and had a tropical feel. We picked up our bags and were taken to a bus. After waiting for other people to get on our bus, we were off! We arrived at the Colonial Majestic and was overwhelmed by it’s beauty. In the lobby there were people waiting to hand us fruity drinks with the little umbrellas, just like I imagined! Then, my sister and I decided to go see what this was all about. We explored our new home and found the beautiful beach, many restaurants, and swirling pools.
We ate dinner ate the buffet that night and I suppose my dad didn’t get the rules. He came in with a tank top on and as soon as she saw him the hostess said “No muscle shirts here. Oh no! Also sir, you must have muscles to wear those!” We all got a good laugh out of that, and she did too. After that, we knew the people on this island were not boring, and it would be an entertaining trip. Dinner was over and I was exhausted. There was a party on the beach, but we were too tired.
When we woke the next morning, we ate breakfast and spent the day at the beach. All the food and drinks were free so we took advantage of it. That is pretty much what happened every day. Go to the beach, eat lunch at a different themed restaurant, go to the pool, eat dinner at another restaurant (because there was so many options!), and go to one of the nighttime activities. Each day brought something new and fun to do. One day, we went on an excursion on a party catamaran. There was dancing and singing and then we had a beach-side lunch on another island. We took speedboats back to our bus and headed back to the Majestic.
The day came too soon to leave. We packed up and waited for our bus to the airport. On the way home I couldn’t stop thinking about the wonderful new foods I tried, people I met, and things I experienced. It was the perfect trip, and a perfect way to celebrate my dad’s safe homecoming from the war.
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