Dubai is a really beautiful city located in the Unites Arab Emirates (UAE). Over the summer, we stopped there for one night, and stayed at the Emirates Hotel. We found a taxi and went to the Gold Market, a museum, the Dubai Mall, and even to Burj Khalifa (the tallest building in the world). We took a tour called “At the Top.” I got to go to the 123rd floor and we took a lot of pictures from the top looking down at the whole city. You could see all the roads and cars and the tall buildings surrounding Burj Khalifa.
I liked the tour but when we stopped at the gold market, we had to go around outside to the different shops and it was REALLY hot. After that we went back to our hotel and stayed there for the rest of the day. The hotel came with our flight tickets and they served free meals downstairs. I used most of the time to catch up on sleep. I hadn’t slept the whole night since we were up waiting for our flight to Dubai, and now we had spent the whole day exploring Dubai. Night was falling, and our next flight would be the long one that takes about 14 to 15 hours. It would leave Dubai around three in the morning and our destination was Dallas.
We got on the bus going to the airport, with only a little bit luggage, since we had sent on the rest and it was probably already in Dallas. I had my baby sister in my lap and I was trying to keep her quiet as I clung onto the last bits of my summer vacation. Hard to believe I was actually going home.
At the airport, we waited at our gate for a while because we were early. Then they opened the boarding gates and everyone stood up and formed a line. Half of the people were already downstairs waiting for the bus to take them to the airplane. We were halfway there when suddenly my brother threw up. I stood shocked with my hand over my mouth and realized that everyone was doing the same thing. My sister was standing in front of me, so I knew that nothing could’ve gotten on me. My dad and my brother were taken to the doctor in the airport. He said he wasn’t feeling good, so I was kind of expecting something like this to happen.
The rest of us checked in our passport and tickets and went downstairs, but then we had to go back up. When my dad and brother finally came back, he was feeling better. We rushed downstairs and got on the last bus taking us to the airplane. We ran up the stairs and were the last people to board. Everyone else was already seated and they watched us as we took our seats. I sat by the window only so I could watch the city disappear behind me.