A few summers ago my friend asked me to go with her and her family to Corpus Christi. Never having been to the coast, naturally I was excited. After a never-ending night of packing and talking about what the week ahead would be like, we piled into the family van and began our trip. Driving through Corpus was nothing short of spectacular. I remember going over the bridge and feeling the summer air hit my face as I anxiously peered out of my window at the sparkling water flowing beneath me. When we reached the beach house of my friend I remember jumping out of the car so fast it caused my friends to laugh in amusement at my child-like reaction to this new environment.
             I inhaled deeply, taking in the heated summer air mixed with the salty smell coming from the ocean water. Everywhere I walked I could smell the salt and marine life of this vast body of water set before me. The first night we were there we ate dinner at a quaint little restaurant set off a pier. I can still remember the aroma that filled my senses. The sweet smell of the ocean mixed with the good smell of the food had me anticipating the arrival of my food more than any other moment I can recall. After eating our meal, we ventured out on a nighttime cruise. As we boated through the ocean different scents filled my nose. I could smell the marine life, the salt of the ocean and the coolness of the summer breeze. It was new and I loved it.
             During the day, the sun beat down on the sand making it shine white. The water glistened with the rays of the sun as if hundreds upon hundreds of diamonds were floating in this vast spectacle before me. Every day we went to the beach by the summer cabin. I would sit on the edge of the water and watch as children and adults were brought together with love for the ocean. Every now and then I would catch a fleeting glimpse of a fish
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