I have traveled through many states in the United States, but the trip I remember the most is one weekend when my mother, grandmother and I decided to rent a hotel on Santa Monica Beach in Southern California. I fell in love with the weather. I had never seen a sky so blue; I had never inhaled air more fresh, the crisp, salty, tempting scent of the ocean, calling me to the sand and the water. When I traveled to that beach in Southern California, I found where I belonged. California is absolutely perfect; I don’t understand why everyone doesn’t think the same! The beaches in So-Cal are incredible. The ocean is so crisp, clean, clear and cool. The only downfall about the beach is the seagulls; I remember an extremely grumpy seagull took a french fry right out of my hand! When me and my family went on this trip, I missed a few days of school. Sadly, I missed a field trip day. My mom was taking her time in the hotel room while my grandmother and I rushed her. Our hotel was walking distance from the pier, and we couldn’t be more excited to get to the beach. As I walked with my family across the bridge leading to the wooden planks of Santa Monica Pier, I looked down and saw a school bus. I remember saying “That would be funny if that was my class!” And surely enough, I saw three of my best friends from my English class get off the bus, right under the bridge. “LINDSAY!” everyone getting off of the bus looked at me like I was crazy, and then my friends ran up the bridge to see me. It was the best coincidence ever! What are the chances that my entire class was stopping for a lunch break at the exact same time that I was crossing the bridge to get to the water? What made me look down and see them? My friend told me, “we got here about twenty minutes late because our bus was stuck in traffic.” What if my mom hadn’t been procrastinating? I would have never seen my friends! My teacher was giving me the weirdest look, and I would just crack up, “Mr. Ortega, it IS a family reunion, I swear!” I got to have lunch with my friends that I missed so much that day, and I didn’t even have to go to school. I think that was the best day of my life. We went to a little food place right on the pier called Surf View Cafe, and me and my best friend bought the most delicious frozen yogurt. We walked down the steps to the sandy beach where my mom and grandma sat with our big rainbow umbrella and ate our food. “I can’t believe you’re here!” Izzy said to me. Neither could I. I still think about how random and lucky that I saw them that day, right when they arrived. If I was five minutes early, I would have never seen them because I was headed to the beach while my class was staying on the dock. This trip to Santa Monica made me realize how much I love the beach, and that I want to live there, and it also gave me the most irreplaceable, fun, crazy, and unbelievable memory with one of my best friends.
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