You Can Only Carry So Much on a Plane

You Can Only Carry So Much on a Plane

The first time I went to the Bahamas I was sixteen; to say I will always remember that trip is an understatement.  The trip consisted of me and two other friends from my high school and because summer was about to end we were eager to finish the summer with a bang. Here is what I brought with me to go to Paradise Island, Bahamas:

• My passport (which was delivered the day before my departing flight)
• Three large Swiss Gear suitcases
• One thousand dollars cash
• A plane ticket for my return to the United States
• My Cannon T3i DSLR camera
• Piles and piles of clothing, some of them were new and had been bought specifically for the trip.
• SPF 100 sunscreen (I was terrified of being sunburned)
• Three bathing suits
• My IPhone, which unfortunately ended up falling into the ocean.
• Two of my best friends sitting by my side. Funny enough I feel like they never leave my side, we had gone through hard times and knew the deepest parts about each other.
• An itching excitement to get off the plane and see the beautiful Caribbean sea.
• A sense of relief:
o Relief of getting away from my family, whose dynamic soured over the summer particularly towards myself.
o Feeling the relief of getting a long vacation in the Bahamas just with friends.
o Relief that I could get away from all the stresses with work.
• A profound sense of wonder:
o What was scuba diving on a coral reef going to be like?
o What is it like to swim with dolphins?
o What is it like to deep sea fish in the Caribbean?
o What was our hotel room going to look like?
• The sense of privilege that I felt for having parents that are fortunate enough to send their child on an international vacation.