The Pink Island

Leaving Cartagena at 1:00pm to go to Las Islas is not such a good idea because of the high tides at that time. The waves are crazy big, making the boat have to almost turn of its motors because it’s flying in the air. I liked this boat ride. I was having fun screaming and laughing with joy but at the same time nerves. I felt like I was in the perfect storm, but without the rain. We were drenched in water. The music was pumping. It was so loud. It made me just want to stand up and dance, but during our situation that would be hard. It was a little annoying that the boat had to go slow. After a while my patience was not so tolerant to the situation. I got tired of being on the boat and bumping my but hard on the seat on every wave, even hurting my neck. I wanted to get off. I was excited to get off because I had heard that the island where we would be was incredible. My rocking fun on the boat was over. For a while all I could think about was the long ride back.
Getting closer to the Island we were going to I remember just being amazed about everything around me. The ocean was beautiful. There were mini Islands around with beautiful simple houses on them. It was all so precious. But that one house that we had gone to was definitely my favorite. It was a house on a mini island all alone. And it was not just any normal house. It was a pink house. It sounds corny and tacky when I say a pink house, but it was unbelievable. It was not even that big. The house was all open and it had huge white sofas with light pink, blue, and purple pillows. The outside furniture was all pink with wood and white cushions. Surrounding the whole house there was white perfect sand. The house had its own beach. I was obsessed with this house it was so pink and perfect. Never in my life could I have thought that a beautiful pink house on an island could exist, and have everything pink and matching. Usually when people talk about a pink house or a blue house, or any weird color it’s tacky. This house had nothing tacky about it. To make the house even more eyes catching and glamorous, it had the best name! The house’s name is La Isla Rosa. I love everything about that house or in other words island. I felt positive energy, I felt beautiful, and I just felt so chill.
We had lunch on the island and it was also so wonderful. It was delicious. We had paella, which I love. The paella had everything in it. I don’t think they missed any fish for the rice. I got to eat delicious paella with pink silver ware and plates. To drink we had Strawberry juice in pink glasses. That I did think was a little too much, or maybe it wasn’t even on purpose. But the whole pink drinks with the house I thought was cute, but a little out of this world.
I could say that everything about that Island changed my life. From the moment I got on the boat to the moment that I was standing in a Pink house on an island, ending with the moment I got off the boat being nauseous and wanting to die from such a rough boat ride. I was in love. I wanted to move to that island and just stay there and not have to think about anything or anybody else. I felt peaceful and calm. I fell in love with Cartagena. La Isla Rosa became my new favorite place in the world. All I hope for is for when I am older to have an Island just like that one. I will never forget that special day that I felt inner peace and so much relaxation in a beautiful pink house on a beautiful small island.