The Clear Blue Water

 When I was little, I dreamed of becoming a mermaid. Swimming in the clear blue ocean, the mermaids in my picture book tried to drag me into the water. The brilliant fish and colorful seaweeds strengthened my intention of becoming an inhabitant of the ocean. For a girl who grew up in the concrete jungle in the North America, it was difficult to imagine the view of their world. Since then, I have wanted to visit a beautiful ocean. I was not sure if there was one, since it was just a dream until my parents brought up a story about a trip to Hawaii.

            My deep sleep was punctuated with loud cheers from the passengers. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I looked out of a small window of the plane. In the next moment, I could not believe my eyes. There were bunches of tall palm trees that I had never seen before, and the huge sun was shining at me as if it was welcoming me to the new world. The background of this view was Waikiki beach. Just like thousands of diamonds floating on water, the ocean fascinated passengers on the plane.

            Once the plane landed at the Honolulu airport, my family and I went to outside. Unlike Michigan, the Hawaiian climate is tropical. According to the article I read after the trip, Hawaii is a warm place throughout year. Snow never falls, and mist replaces heavy clouds and rain drops. After we got our baggage, my father bought me a necklace made of real Plumeria flowers. Its sugary scent is hard to forget that it helps me to pull out my Hawaiian memories even a few years after the trip.

            From the Honolulu airport, we went to the Waikiki Beach Hotel by a rental car. While I was riding in the car, I could not stop looking at scenes outside of the window. There were some huge mountains overlooking us, and some of them were decorated with colorful houses. Later in the day when I went for a walk with my mother, I found out that those houses were well ventilated due to nice combination of gentle breezes and dry air. Many of the local inhabitants were hanging out the laundry to dry on their back porches.

            When the car arrived at the hotel, a lady in the lobby brought us to out room. The Waikiki beach hotel was located right in front of the beach and the lady promised us we would be satisfied with the view. It was located on the thirty-sixth floor of the hotel. Once the elevator stopped, my family and I hurried to the room and went to the balcony.

            All of us agreed the view we saw that day was beyond words. Water was so clear that all of us could see what seemed like the bottom of the sea. The deep green seaweed was dancing in the clear blue water. Both sand and water sparkled like a picture studded with a hand full of jewelry. Its mysterious beauty was suitable to be the paradise of mermaids.

            This trip to Hawaii taught me that there might be a place like a fairyland, once dreamed of when people were little kids. Traveling is something that allows us to fulfill dreams to pursue countless unknown world.