Can some one please critique my essay? Its my first essay to turn in, next week!?

Please only if you have time read my essay!
I need some soiled ideas of improvement.....its a descriptive essay of a trip i took and that had to be the topic......her it goes.....

The contrast of the beautiful Romania.
For my high school graduation in 2003, my mother gave me a gift, a round trip ticket to Romania, which is her home country. I went along with my cousin Jessica, and our plane departed from the L.A. airport on a hot, humid day in August. We had made arrangements for our cousin Tomas that lived in Romania to pick us up from the airport when we got there. I can remember the fear we had, but for the moment we were so excited it overcame our doubts and we committed to go with ambiguity to Romania. I can still hear the propellers roaring like an angry lion, and I felt it vibrating right though me. The trip lasted sixteen long hours; we ascend from L.A. and landed in Amsterdam; where it was raining so badly, it was flooding. We waited in the Amsterdam airport for four hours, while the pilots were waiting for the rain to slow down; we squeezed together and got some rest on a cold, sticky, green, leather bench. For the moment it was better than nothing. I’m sure I had a bit of jet lag, I felt like it should be night but it was only almost noon. The whole time there, there was endless unnecessary gibberish that kept us awake which made the time go by slowly. Finally the weather allowed us to depart from Amsterdam, so that we can arrive in Romania.

From the time we landed in Romania, I felt odd; I had to assess myself to make sure I don’t have an extra toe. The Romanians stared at us, I’m sure they knew we came from America; so they knew we had money. We were ambitiously pushing through the heavy crowed of people to find Tomas. With no luck, we go outside, and still don’t see any sign of him or his car. My legs were tired of standing; I can feel all the pressure building on my knee joints as they screamed at me to sit; so I found the most even curb I can, to make a seat of. Everyone seemed astir, as I was able to hear the speed of there wheels of there luggage’s running over the bumpy dirty concrete making a loud purring noise as they were passing right behind me. From afar I heard a loud diesel engine, and sure enough it was Tomas, in a bright red old model Dacia. We were so happy to finally meet him. He opened his door and came out, leaving his door opened behind himself. He was tall and thin, with straight hair split down the middle; I suppose that was the style there. His nose was long and thin, and his eyes were hazel, he was wearing a maroon tee shirt and kaki pants, he had a silver cross necklace and he was showered in cologne. He gave us both a huge hug; his hands and arms sunk into us and a kiss on the cheek, which is the polite way to greet someone you meet in Romania. Even though, his car was about falling apart he helped us in.

The roof of the car was made of yellow foam that was dry and crumbling off, a few pieces landed in my eyes, as I was shuffling to get inside where it smelled like old fabric, and rust;. The roads were beautiful, made of red uneven brick which made the drive completely rocky and unstable. There was a thin layer of hey all over the road, and I started to smell animal feces. However we finally arrived to our aunts house, in Iasi, Romania, where they have cows, chickens, rabbits and can grow there own vegetables.

Their house had six bedrooms and two bathrooms, with thirteen children and my aunt and uncle all living in the same house. They very warmly welcomed us in there house that smelled like fresh chicken soup, sarmalle, and mashed potatoes. They were very hospitable; they fed us generously, and let us take a shower and offered us their beds to sleep in. The toilets where unusual, to flush them I had to tug and pull on a thin chain, it took me over ten minutes to figure that out. Although, their beds were old and had springs sticking through the mattress, it was all they had and they gave it to us to sleep in while they slept on the floor. We had big plans for the following day.

Tomas took us on a tour of Romania that lasted us a week. We visited Dracula’s castle also known as Castle Barn in Hunedoara, which was absolutely beautiful, and breath taking, but it stuck a weird sense of fearfulness in my soul, it was eccentric. There was a tunnel of stairs under ground made of wood, that were all uneven, some were taller, some were wider, and some were built at different angles, this was done to trip and slow people down that were out to get Dracula, that’s how evil he was. The atmosphere was cold moist and chilly and it smelled like mud so bad I can taste it as if it was crawling up my nose and into my mouth. We also visited the Black Sea, but that was more comfortable for me than my castle experience was.

The beaches were stretching from Mangalia to Mamaia, countless people covering the white luscious sand as the fingers of
of the sun stroked them gently. The sidewalks where full of gypsies selling there merchandise, foods and souvenirs, it was a spectacle. I wasn’t interested in much, but I had to get a snow cone because it was smiling gently at me. The oddest thing I can about the Black Sea was that there were naked people everywhere, ladies nonchalantly playing volleyball agilely. I wasn’t as brave to take my shirt off but next to us, there was a really heavy set woman that was. We laid down on a pink large towel on the sand warmed by the sun, it felt so good I squirmed to dig my back into the warm towel, as the sand underneath me made fossil of my back hugging me with the radiating heat. I smelled food, and tanning oils all around me, I heard the children playing and the volleyballs bouncing off the player’s fists and the audience cheering them on. The environment was absolutely inviting, and it killed me to know soon we would have to leave.
Thanks Atheism is god LOL, I still have a lot of work to do on it i know and if you want i can email you the whole thing because i couldnt fit it all in the Question. If you want to let me know, my email is Camic_oana@yahoo.com Thank you!

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