Holiday Island is a very small island located in the far east of Puerto Rico between the U. S Virgin Islands. The island is very beautiful and has a lot of exciting activities for anyone to enjoy, including horseback riding, scuba diving and buggy racing. When I visit the island, I feel the most relaxed and at peace. Horseback riding is very exhilarating and amusing. The island has different size horses. The owners are very friendly; they helped me to choose a black horse with white stripes named Coco.
His magnificent beauty reminded me of a wild zebra on a grassy plain in Africa. Coco was well trained; for example, he knew which path to follow to the road and walked behind the other horses. Once Coco had reached his designated spot in the forest, he started running faster. The sea green palm trees made the atmosphere seem naturally beautiful. Coco made the ride very exciting by then taking me into the forest, but since it was my first time riding a horse, I became sick.
I will never forget the owners statement as he looked at me and asked, What have you done to my horse? The faces he made make me chuckle until this day. That wasnt my last time vomiting on a horse, and that wasnt the last time that I saw Cocos owner make faces at me. The horseback riding was enjoyable as well as hilarious. After horse back riding, I decided to take up another sport. Diving was my next adventure. With no help whatsoever, I wanted to learn how to dive and snorkel. The Island diving courses were too expensive for me.
Just one day cost 120 dollars, so I figured I could teach myself. How hard could jumping from some rocks be? Well, to make a long story short, I was swimming on the side of the beach where everyone was told not to because of the migration of the jellyfish that time of the year. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone what had happened. After a trip to the emergency room, I was fully recovered. Then I paid my 120 dollars to start my lesson. So I began diving at 200 feet and then moved my way to the 1500 feet and loved every moment of it.
I had never seen such beautiful creatures up close. The hammerhead shark was smooth as I touched its (=it is or it has) skin; it was sleeping and so were its five new born. I was always afraid of sharks from watching too many Jaws movies at night with my mother. As I discovered new life under the sea, I faced my fear and saw another side of sharks that was peaceful and gentle. The last thing I did before leaving the island was buggy racing. Racing has always been one of my favorite pastimes; buggy racing on Holiday Island was an honor to participate in.
I listened to my engine rumble and felt my adrenaline racing as I sat on the start line and mentally prepared for the race. The race was fast and furious, with little or no sportsmanship. The race started, I flew around a corner made with nothing but Goodyear Tires that made my tires scream with rage. I wanted to win, I wanted to be the best, and I wanted to take home that trophy. The smell of the tires burning made me go faster, I pushed myself, and my buggy hard and to the limit.
It was the last lap with not a second to lose. I bumped the buggy in front of me into a crowd of people and flew passed him (be specific) to win the race. I took first place and loved every moment of the race and victory. My name was entered into the Holiday Buggy Racing Hall of Fame. I won respect and was entered into the winners circle. It was an exciting and invigorating experience. I always visit Holiday Island when I need a laugh or two, or when I need a decent place to go to and relax.
