The journey began July 7, 2009; the high school graduation gift from mom and dad. Most kids my age get a plane ticket or cash. However, not this student. So there I sat in the back of the van next to my brother. He is already deeply burried in his summer readers. Dad does most of the driving. Mom is in charge of the maps. I get to pick the hotels. Brother’s duty is to throw out sarcastic remarks when ever he sees necessary. This is fine with my parents because it reminds them he is still in the van. There was no specific date to return home which gave us endless opportunities.
The first major stop was Vegas. As usual dad could have stayed in this city the entire trip or as mom puts it the rest of his life. Mom swears his dopamine increases when he is around the loud noises and bright lights of the casinos. Mom was not a happy camper and had to remind dad more than once this was my trip not his.
Hours later we arrived in northern California. Santa Cruz is where we begun to travel due south on Highway One. Nestled in the red woods were numerous colleges overlooking the ocean. Any type of college degree can be found in these spectacular surroundings. We continued on to Monterey,Carmel and Pebble Beach. Next, came Hearst Castle. What a story! Even brother put his book down to listen and watch as one man’s euphoric dream became a reality. Free from searching for a hotel,a friend of my dad’s invited us to stay on his boat in Santa Barbara. Brother and I hung out in the harbor on kayaks. At night I was rocked to sleep like a baby. Three days later we said goodbye to dad’s friend then drove through Big Sur. How does one discribe Big Sur’s beauty? Lets just say that’s the place tourists run out of film and rush to purchase more.
I was impatiently waiting to visit Luguna Beach. It was everything I imagined plus more. This quaint little town had a big burst of energy due to its cloudless sky, deep blue water and multiple volleyball games.
After thousands of miles well traveled everyone was getting tired. The next long stretch of pavement was forcefully guiding us to Arizona to visit dad’s obnoxious sister. The long anticipated dreadful relative stop. Once again my brother lifted his head up from his book and mimiced the movie theme song to Jaws. Within the next fifteen minutes we were guaranteed to hear everthing about nothing. It is a one sided endless conversation that leaves you exhausted. Brother is heavily focused on his aunt’s vibrating lips. He is strickened with curiousity and wonders how on earth can she talk this long. We drove away twelve hours later.
The trip was amazing. It enlighted my senses and broadened my geography. Had I known there were so many colleges out there I would have begun my search the day I graduated from Kindergarten. My duty of getting a hotel room nightly taught me it is less expensive as a walk-in oppossed to premade reservations. This is the way to go If you are daring to take the risk. As for relatives, you must always make the time and not just toot your horn.
This vacation maded me realize how important it is to further my education so I can make a comfortable living. One day I too want to take my children on a vacation to share the excitement and adventures as my parents did with us. Most importantly, I would love to take their grandpa back to Vegas where he belongs.
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