I had to ride on two planes to get to Puerto Rico. The first plane is going to San Juan. The plane was huge and so clean that any light that hit the plane would be reflected right back at your eyes. The planes were so white that they looked as if they were doves in the sky. When I got on the plane I was separated from my family by two rows and a reeking odor. It smelled as if the man next to me hasn't bathed in days. He had a blue jean jacket and green sweat pants with a hole on the knee and shoes that looks like it's been worn for years. It looked as if he blew all his money on this trip. If I turned back I could still see my mother and brother over the four bald heads that looked as if they were waxed. I had a window seat. The seat in front of me has a pouch where the magazines were neatly stacked in alphabetical order. There were also headphones placed there so you can listen the movie or radio. .
I wasn't scared about being on a plane even though it was my first time. My brother on the other hand was petrified. He kept walking back and forth to see me to ask if everything was all right. My mother was trying to calm him down because he was freaking out another child on the plane. The other kid was crying hysterically. The food was so extravagant that I ate mine in a split second and then went for my brother's food too.
The second plane, was the total opposite. This plane was going to Mayaguez. It was smaller than the last plane and could only fit about 30 people in the plane. When the plane took off I was scared because it seemed as if the plane was getting ready to break down or fall apart. I bolted myself to the chair. I wanted to get out of the plane very badly, until I looked out the window and saw the view. The water in Puerto Rico was so clean compared to the water in New York. You can see the colorful fishes from the plane. You can even see the sand in the bottom of the ocean.