They drifted off the bus on the hot summer morning in Barcelona. Wearing nothing but the tight spandex of their bikini’s and shiny neon sandals, they felt the sweat beads as they rolled of their backs and onto the ground. A long walk awaited them but their feet felt like they were floating. Once the hard concrete drifted away, they felt the hot, rocky sand between their toes and they knew they had made it.
The fishy smell of the salty ocean water whispered into their nostrils like an aroma they’ve never felt before. It was different, unlike any scent they had ever smelled. Paris and her cousin hadn’t spoken a word to each other all morning. Opinions didn’t matter now, their plans for the day were determined. As they found a spot to lay their towels, a rhythmic beat was flowing in their hearts.
Feeling extremely nervous and excited at the same time, there was no turning back. They counted softly to each other, “one, two, three… go.” And off they went. Their tops fell slowly onto the sand, a feeling of freedom swept over their minds and surprisingly they felt invisible. The feeling of invisibility didn’t last long and they learned they weren’t as daring as they thought.
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