Does it flow?
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Thankk you!
I looked to my left and the endless, cerulean ocean was the only thing in my sight, while behind me a blue and white flag billowed in the wind. I couldn't get over how strong the wind was blowing while I stood on the bow of the Aquamarine. We were headed toward a place I only dreamed of exploring, yet there I was. There in front of us was the beautiful Santorini.
My heart skipped a beat as the ship got closer to our destination. Camera in hand and wind blowing about my hair-I was never more ready to experience the trip I had worked so hard for. A small ferry took us the rest of the way since the ship had stopped just short of the dock. Every inch we gained I could see the flowing city atop the volcano's rim, more and more clearly. The tiny details such as the door leading to a home built right into the volcano's walls really caught my eye. Every building had a pristine essence about it, which was partly due to the vibrant blue and white colors which repeated throughout the whole city. Surrounded by new friends who would now take permanence in my life-we were all more than thrilled to ride donkeys up the base of the volcano into the unknown city.
Walking the windy streets throughout Santorini and snapping pictures of everything beautiful that caught my eye-I felt free. I was free to explore and free to feel every moment of my trip on the other side of the world. I had made this trip possible for myself and I knew I was making every second worth it, by simply noticing the bright blue doors and taking in the endless view of the ocean I could see as I stood on the ledge of this volcano.
any cliches?
any grammar issues?
any corrections?
Thankk you!
I looked to my left and the endless, cerulean ocean was the only thing in my sight, while behind me a blue and white flag billowed in the wind. I couldn't get over how strong the wind was blowing while I stood on the bow of the Aquamarine. We were headed toward a place I only dreamed of exploring, yet there I was. There in front of us was the beautiful Santorini.
My heart skipped a beat as the ship got closer to our destination. Camera in hand and wind blowing about my hair-I was never more ready to experience the trip I had worked so hard for. A small ferry took us the rest of the way since the ship had stopped just short of the dock. Every inch we gained I could see the flowing city atop the volcano's rim, more and more clearly. The tiny details such as the door leading to a home built right into the volcano's walls really caught my eye. Every building had a pristine essence about it, which was partly due to the vibrant blue and white colors which repeated throughout the whole city. Surrounded by new friends who would now take permanence in my life-we were all more than thrilled to ride donkeys up the base of the volcano into the unknown city.
Walking the windy streets throughout Santorini and snapping pictures of everything beautiful that caught my eye-I felt free. I was free to explore and free to feel every moment of my trip on the other side of the world. I had made this trip possible for myself and I knew I was making every second worth it, by simply noticing the bright blue doors and taking in the endless view of the ocean I could see as I stood on the ledge of this volcano.