Getting Lost In a Strange New Place
*this essay sample was purchased from EssayGeeks.co.uk essay writing service
Ever since I was little, I fantasized about traveling to new places. Every time there was a movie on the TV, I would notice things like the city where the action was played or the view behind the main characters. While everyone else was watching cartoons, I watched documentaries. And this wasn’t because I wanted to learn about the things the documentaries talked about. I simply wanted to see where people live and what’s life like in other places. My home remains my favorite place, but I simply want to get lost in a strange new place from time to time.
Once, my wish came true. Not only I got the opportunity to visit an amazing place, but I actually got lost in it! Sure, being happy about getting lost is a strange feeling, but finding yourself in an amazing place is the best thing that can happen to a person. That is the only way you can really feel the surrounding and honestly, no vacation is a real vacation if you do not get lost.
My strange new place was this fountain somewhere in Malaga, Spain. I went there on a one-week vacation that was supposed to be relaxing and fun but turned out to be much more. Being lost and on my own in a place where I knew no one was a true adventure. The simple act of trying to communicate with people you do not know is the most warming thing you can experience, especially in this city.
I was amazed by how little English these people spoke. I was in one of the most beautiful cities in Spain that was flooded with tourists, but people who lived here looked as they haven’t even noticed. They smiled to other people on the street and had daily walks with their three or four dogs. The market lady did not speak a word of English but kept on smiling while fighting to find a way to tell me what it is I need to do. No one was sad, angry or mean. It was the perfect strange place in the world.
The fountain I mentioned was not at all extraordinary or special. Still, it is my biggest impression from Malaga. It was actually water that came out of sixteen holes in the ground and reached the same height all the time. As I said, nothing special. But still, when you get lost in a spot where you know no one and nothing, you are bound to count the holes in the ground.
It’s what surrounded the fountain that made it beautiful. The sound of children playing in the park behind it and the parents laughing while watching them. The music that came from a small four-part ‘music box’ on the ground that played some tunes when children would step on it. The music from the restaurant nearby that looked as it is the most beautiful place for a romantic couple.
Set by the sea and under the strange path filled with different lights, this restaurant was the most magnificent one I have ever seen. It did not look at all luxurious but was warm and classy. I wouldn’t say that the richest people in Malaga sit in this restaurant or that the prices were too high, but there was something about it that made it special.
Still, I didn’t get a chance at dining there. I was too busy sitting on the bench in front of the fountain, eating the ice cream I bought from that nice lady at the supermarket.
If it were my sister, she would probably start panicking half an hour ago and she would frighten all those happy people around me. They would not understand a word she would say and she would cry and be frustrated because no one understands she is actually lost. But, this was not me. Being lost in Malaga was like being lost in this strange, new place where I didn’t have to do anything else but count the holes of the fountain.
After a while, sitting on the bench was simply not enough. I needed to see some more of this strange place and of course, I would eventually have to find my way back to the hotel. I still had a couple more minutes before my family started panicking because I didn’t come back. So, I decided to have a look around.
Behind the fountain, there was this amazing park I haven’t noticed before. The strange thing was, the flowers and bushes were amazingly fit to make a maze and the only people there were I, an old couple and a man trimming the bushes. So, now I found myself in a place where the best thing was the silence when just five minutes ago I enjoyed the crowd at the fountain. This was my new strange place I am glad I visited.
Of course, when I got back and told my family about the fountain, they all wanted to see it. I now knew the way to get there and took them to my special place. They just looked at me with disappointment because, in their eyes, this was the simplest fountain that existed in the city. Knowing that this is my special place and mine only, I decided to keep the maze in the park as my little, unshared secret.