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Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Writing Prompt: Your Favorite Vacation Spot

By Dalia Martinez

After traveling around, you've reached the conclusion that one place prevails above all others. Only you understand why Fort-de-France Bay during the late summer is where sand castle dreams are built. 

Some of us are wired differently. Lounging like sand crabs on an exotic white sandy beach isn't appealing. But before you tell me I'm not right in the head, a few Writing Pad announcements. . .

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Writing Prompt:
This week Marilyn is on vacation in French Canada. She'll be back next week ending her sentences with "eh?" As for you, did you visit you favorite vacay spot this summer? Was it the Caribbean, Europe, Australia, Hawaii? Or maybe it was in the middle of a continent where you finally spent time away from humanity in a land far, far away. . .

For this week's writing prompt, make a list of 3 of your favorite vacation spots. Pick one. Add a sensory detail to it (smell, taste, sound, touch). Now write about that place and time making sure to include that sensory detail. Then, post your results in the comments of this blog!

While gameshow contestants hope for a prize that includes 7 days and 6 nights outside of the US, some of us prefer home as our vacation spot. Adventure seekers like myself often end up taking "vacations" in places where people live on less than one dollar a day. These are the places the Center for Disease Control warns you about eating street food or brushing your teeth with local water.They're often in very hot and humid environments. Capitals are muggy with black smog from dense out-of-control traffic. Trash bakes on the streets as smells of rotting debris fill your lungs. You have to keep your wits about you--even when lounging on the beach. Skirmishes between political factions could erupt at any moment. These are the places that I usually end up on "holiday." They build character and test my endurance. That's why home (Los Angeles) is my favorite vacation spot. It's the one place on Earth I can relax on my version of a real vacation.

Write about your favorite vacation spot for ten minutes. Then post your story below. You could win a free writing class!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

As a youngster I hated being asked what I wanted to be when I grow up. I never had the answer; but one day many years later while sailing the Galapagos Islands aboard a humungous yacht the answer finally came to me. I wanted to be a woman of the world where no one vacation spot would be my favorite:

So, for me vacation is travelling anywhere to learn about anything and to always meet new people by flying in private jets to parts unknown, sailing the Virgin Islands in the pitch of night, attending the occasional party on Martha's Vineyard hosted by some big mucky muck I never met, snorkeling the ocean's aquarium where fish are the colors in the crayon box of my youth, hot air ballooning over the Arizona desert where the destination is champagne underneath a cactus tree, or riding fast and loud in a Six Flags roller coaster with eyes closed and mouth wide open, renting a beach house in Newport for the summer to eat, drink and lay about with friends and family, or having fun playing tennis with opponents who speak Chinese but where the game is fun, laughter is loud and language is not a barrier to winning or losing, night skiing Wrightwood with the one I love or dancing in a small village in Africa with ash upon my face celebrating the birth of a baby with women who an hour ago were strangers but were now my sisters, or calmly walking the labyrinth at the Peace Awareness Center right up on Adams Boulevard getting my head straight.