英语作文,给外国朋友写信,如何从机场到自己家

I am at ***,is the same every time we arrive。Crowded with heaps of international,multi - cultural people who are rushing,pushing,and racing to their boarding gates。The heat is unforgiving。There is no air conditioning and poor air circulation。The airport has only holes in the thick cement walls as opposed to windows,and there is always an overwhelming aroma of perspiration。A combination of all these things makes for a dizzy sort feeling in my head that leads down my throat into my stomach causing nausea to take over。Although I am only five,I am okay。I remember the sound of the soft ocean waves。I recall the smell of the saltwater sticking to my body,and can almost taste the sweet coconut milk,freshly picked just for me。I am almost home。