True story by the way.
I was sat on the flimsy, white plastic chair, alcoholic beverage in hand (Compliments of the free mini-fridge, thank you very much), beholding the spectacle of the diversity of life that was laid out in front of me. One of the advantages of getting a hotel room on the 11th floor was the view from the balcony. The other was having an excellent excuse to avoid the stairs, and therefore avoiding exercise. Which, to be honest, is one of the main reasons for being on holiday.
Taking a sip of my Tropical - not a bad lager if I'm fair - I let my mind ponder whilst my eyes drifted. The Sun was just beginning its lazy descent into the ocean, and it played across the uncommonly large cloud cover. Said clouds burst into dazzling colours, delighting in their exciting new pigmentation. Pinks and oranges were most prominent, descending to deep reds where the water vapour was thickest. As I committed the stunning beauty of this daily, natural phenomenon to memory, my elder brother appeared through the sliding door. After stealing my Tropical and dropping a dripping pair of shorts onto my head, he returned to the room once more.
Having removed the offending article from my noggin, my gaze was drawn to the crystal clear, sparkling blue water that was responsible for their being saturated. The hotel swimming pool. The centrepiece of every family holiday - and the sole means by which my waistline was remaining manageable - was a classic figure eight shape, with a bar atop the narrowest point. Rather cunningly, the bar sat upon a bridge-like structure that left a claustrophobic passageway underneath. Irritatingly, the two halves of the pool didn't connect, as there was a low wall between them. There was enough roof clearance to do an undignified flop over on your stomach, but that was it.
My eyes once again drawn away, this time to the side of the pool, I spotted a pair of rather lovely young maidens lying on blue and white sunbeds. My incredible hawk vision allowed me to identify the colours of their respective all-inclusive wristbands. A blue, and a yellow. An over-18, and an under-18. They were definitely sisters, and didn't look to far apart age-wise. I rated them as being 16 or 17, and either 18 or 19. Noticing that they were both reading, I made a mental note to seek them out later and strike up a conversation their books. My brother had taught me to always talk about the female's interests. Wise words.
Leaning back in my chair, I ran through a possible conversation in my head to be better prepared. Yet more brotherly wisdom. Pleased with myself, I went to take a swig of my drink, only to remember how it had been cruelly taken from me. Not wanting to puncture the relaxing balloon I was cocooned in, I turned my forming scowl into an expression of peaceful serenity. To prolong the tranquillity of the moment, I closed my eyes and let the sounds of the evening eddy and flow around me. The soft, whispery murmur of the waves on the sandy shore compounded by the sharp, joyous shrieks of those frolicking amongst them. A slight smile flitted across my face as I became aware of the bouncy, upbeat tones of samba music coming from the pool bar. Tapping my foot in rhythm to it, the sudden appearance of a rather familiar smell teased my memory. It smelled of hunger and satisfaction, of warmth and spice, of Mexican sensibilities. With a deep inhalation through my quivering nostrils I identified this very welcome aroma. Chilli. I sighed in anticipation of tonight's evening meal.
The disappearance of Life's best friend - Sol - behind a cloud made me open my eyes, to the peculiar sight of a definitive line drawn right across the beach. One half in shadow, the other in light. I thought upon the implications of the selectiveness of the Sun, and the possible effects of everlasting overcast days, then chuckled as I realised that that was what I suffered in my homeland of Scotland.
Moving on from such nostalgic thoughts as the Sun once again appeared into the open, obviously not content with hiding from it's subjects, I considered the contrast between the elongated, shimmering image of the Sun as it alighted upon the waves and the stark, towering cliffs of brown rock that made up the open valley our hotel was built in. After a few moments, I decided there was more contrast between the agelessness and immensity of the cliffs compared with the fragility of the illuminated waves, than between the rock wall's menacing presence and the peaceful connotations of the gentle reflections of the Sun. Satisfied with my conclusion, I placed my feet upon the chair's partner: a flimsy, white plastic table. As the samba music faded away, I too drifted away, into quiet reflection...
Or so I thought.
"ANDREW!"
I jumped into the air, quite a feat considering the only muscles I could utilize were in my buttocks and thighs. Isn't it amazing what you can do when you're scared? I landed with my feet on the ground and heart in my mouth.
"What?" I complained, drawing out the 'a'.
My mother frowned at me from the adjoining balcony. Two rooms for five people. Very comfortable.
"Is your homework done yet?" She asked, scathingly. I shook my head. "Well get it done then and stop day-dreaming, it won't get you anywhere in life." And with that, she was gone, back into her hotel room to prepare for dinner. I, on the other hand, remained in my seat. Picking up my pen, I wrote a short limerick in the margin of my jotter.
I hate physics.
) I love the way you decribed the colours and the scene. It creates a beautiful visual about what you're trying to present here. I really liked it 
I'm not saying you didn't take care of it at all but, I just felt like pointing a silly little detail to you, that;s all 
