My family and I were at a parking lot where you would park your cars before going to a green sand beach. I was so excited. My dad and grandpa locked the doors. “We’re going to find a truck to ride in.” said my dad.

 I was confused. “What truck?” I asked. 

“A truck that will take us to the green sand beach,” my dad replied, “Unless you want to walk on foot.” 

“No thanks.” I said. 

After looking around for a few moments, my dad called, “Here! Found one.” We all climbed into the back. Some other people stepped into the cargo bed, which for these trucks were for people to ride in, and then the driver started the engine. 

We bumped over hot, sandy rocks for about ten to twenty minutes. A few people stopped us to climb on too. Then we arrived at the beach. Bad news: we had to hike down a cliff. But the view was amazing, and when we hiked down, it wasn’t all so scary anyway. There was a little ladder, and some steps carved into the rocks. At some parts it was a little slippery, but when we got down to the beach, I guessed it wasn’t so much. At first, I thought the sand was more of a goldish color than green, but slowly it turned greener. I couldn’t play in the water much because I had hurt my knee. My sister, Valentina, on the other hand, went with my grandpa and tried to explore some caves that were half in the water. The waves didn’t agree, though. My mom got mad at grandpa for putting Valentina in danger. Because I couldn’t really go into the water, I spent most of my time on the warm sand with my parents. I hopped along in the water one or two times. I wished I hadn’t been hurt and that I could go exploring in the water, too. 

It felt like we had spent a whole hour at the beach, playing and running and splashing. “Okay, let’s go back to the parking lot and continue our tour.” my dad said, after I walked back up to where my mom and dad were sitting. We climbed back up the steep cliff. The driver of the truck that had taken us to the green sand beach was still waiting for us. Everyone else that had gone with us on the same truck to the beach climbed on pretty soon after. Then the truck started moving. 

It seemed to be even hotter on the trip back to the parking lot. Again, some people climbed onto the truck during the ride. When we finally arrived back at the parking lot after about twenty minutes, we found our car and stepped into it. I knew that this was one of the most exciting trips and places in my life.