Guest Post by Leah:
Travel writing/Travel Journal: Poland
The flight had been long and stuffy, with a baby screaming at the top of its little lungs for the entire sixteen hours I had been flying and boarding connecting flights. I had not showered in about two days and it was beginning to become evident that neither had anyone else around me. There was a strong stench of tension that hung in the air as everyone had begun to grow frustrated and annoyed with each other in the confined space of the plane. I had sighed a breath of relief when the sign came on to fasten my seat belt and prepare for landing.
The cold crisp Polish air was like my first drink of water after being stranded in a desert. It quenched my thirst and made up for the excruciating trip there. It was Autumn and trees with beautiful white flowers lined the streets and and blanketed the ground creating a mirage of snow. I hailed a taxi and claimed in along with my suitcase and hand luggage. Anticipation began to grow inside of me and bubbled to the surface as I grew nearer to the centre of Krakow. I wanted to tell the taxi driver to stop there and then and let me out as I couldn’t wait any longer to start exploring the adventures Poland had in store for me.
As we drove through the more historical part of town the anticipation leaked out of my mouth as it lay wide open gaping at the beautiful old buildings. I sighed in amazement and the taxi driver let out an amused laugh. The buildings were smaller than all the others and were painted in couloirs that must have once been bright but had now faded to beautiful pastel shades. On the top of a green hill in the middle of the town lay a huge church with a golden roof. The sun shone though the clouds as if heaven was sending down its light rays to illuminate the church. The gardens contained trees that cast their angelic pink flowers to the ground making it look like they floated upon a large pink cloud. Excitement raced through my blood as I began to make a mental list of the places I would visit as soon as I checked in to my hotel, and this was at the very top.
Ms Roberts: What commentary can you provide? How is the language conveying the writer’s purpose (in this case, the Leah’s Purpose 😉 )