I was in awe of the sunrise. It was nothing like the pastel pink-purple-blue we have back home. Each color seemed to be seperated by a thin strip of clouds, the one closet to the bottom being a blood red, standing out sharply against the dark navy blue ground. After that was a neon orange, followed by a goldenrod color. It finished with a specactular baby blue, getting darker the higher it went. I wished I was a great artist, just so I could paint that picture.
Finally, we landed in the humid landscape of Miami. After we collected our bags, we went outside to wait for the shuttle to take up to the hotel. The air was so hot and wet, I wasnt sure if I was swearting or collecting moisture. It took nearly two horus for the shuttle to get there. To top it off, the driver was angry, using his horn often and turning too sharply on turns. Finally, we settled into our rooms, my brothers with my parents and I with my grandparents.
whopee.
For the rest of the day, I did a variety of useless things; swam at the pool, wrote, read, showered, walked in the scorching Miami heat, and ate including Starbucks twice and very good Itallian. It surprised me, the difference in teperature in the shade. That is also the day I decided no matter how horribled I looked or felt, I was going to be hot. I would keep smiling at people, keep walking unabashed, and keep being me.
That night, after reading more of White Oleander, I sat in a beach chair by the pool, under a palm tree. Above me, the sky was the most brilliant blue I had seen in a while. Lights were everywhere, from the pool, to the bar, even the glass elevator in the courtyard. I battled sleep, wishing I had a camera on this hot, amazing night. People splashed in the pool, my parents talked, and my brothers read. In my flannel PJs, I was sweating, but I diddnt care. I was still hot in my giant chili pepper PJ pants and "Chick wiht Brains" T-shirt.
Finally, we landed in the humid landscape of Miami. After we collected our bags, we went outside to wait for the shuttle to take up to the hotel. The air was so hot and wet, I wasnt sure if I was swearting or collecting moisture. It took nearly two horus for the shuttle to get there. To top it off, the driver was angry, using his horn often and turning too sharply on turns. Finally, we settled into our rooms, my brothers with my parents and I with my grandparents.
whopee.
For the rest of the day, I did a variety of useless things; swam at the pool, wrote, read, showered, walked in the scorching Miami heat, and ate including Starbucks twice and very good Itallian. It surprised me, the difference in teperature in the shade. That is also the day I decided no matter how horribled I looked or felt, I was going to be hot. I would keep smiling at people, keep walking unabashed, and keep being me.
That night, after reading more of White Oleander, I sat in a beach chair by the pool, under a palm tree. Above me, the sky was the most brilliant blue I had seen in a while. Lights were everywhere, from the pool, to the bar, even the glass elevator in the courtyard. I battled sleep, wishing I had a camera on this hot, amazing night. People splashed in the pool, my parents talked, and my brothers read. In my flannel PJs, I was sweating, but I diddnt care. I was still hot in my giant chili pepper PJ pants and "Chick wiht Brains" T-shirt.
Wow... 
