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//__My Nightmare in Paradise__//
Climax of my story. When I Got caught? Rising action- going to the resort. Declination- making it back

New to louies parent. Parasailing with Rachel. __Meet with Q.__ jog over to resort __order drinks.__ Sees no wristband __**Taken to lobby.**__ Interrogation in spanish __Walking on streets. Sneaking through condo and walking back.__ Seeing louie and corbin.

ABDCE Action. Background. Develop. Climax. End.

I was in Cancun with louie’s family, who I was not very acquainted with at the time. I was pretty close with their family, but they were still a little new to me. Louie told me about a trip to Cancun for spring break during the winter, and I told him I was jealous because I had never gone. In that class were Louie and Rachel and we always talked about how fun it would be knowing so many people there. Me, nick, corbin, Jocelyn, louie, tricia, morgan, grace at one resort. Q and Rachel at different resorts. We knew rachel’s was very close, but Q and I did not know the distance, we just guessed a walking distance wih google maps (using guesstimate locations)

In Cancun (first full day) I had just gotten back from parasailing with Rachel, 15 minutes down the beach near her resort. Walking back, I saw Q on walking up the staircase. It seemed like destiny/dumb luck that he found me. I asked how he knew which resort we were in, and he said the resort looked like the one he saw in pictures back home.

All I had with me were a pair of trunks, that’s it, no shoes, shirt, wallet, nothing at all. I went back to tell Louie I was headed to Q’s resort and that I would be back within 2 hours at most. (this was before I knew it was a 40 minute walk back) Q just joined the distance track team, and I had just joined track, and was obsessed with being fit at the time. We ran 3 miles on the rough beach and when we finally arrived at his all-inclusive resort I felt like I was in heaven. I walked up the staircase to the pool area. They were the largest and most amazing looking pools I had ever seen. His resort was full of people dancing and playing volleyball in the pool, which was most different from mine. I remember feeling like I was in paradise when I heard the sounds of my favorite songs through speakers with an overwhelming strong bass.

Q and I were 18 at the time. The drinking age in Mexico was 18, so we took advantage of our new-found rights as adult tourists. We went to the bar and Q ordered 2 drinks. A Strawberry daquari, and a pina colata. Q mentioned we were supposed to have wristbands to order drinks, but we thought it would be clever to have him order 2 and give one to me. We sat at the bar for awhile and Q let me taste the drinks. We took the drinks and headed back to Q’s parents to say goodbye. We were planning on going back to my resort. I had the pina colata in my hand, and Q was holding the daquari. As we were walking away I heard the men speaking Spanish about the Moreno (meaning dark skinned). The bartender told the security to look at my wrist. My heart sank to my stomach and I told Q these drinks are for your parents. That one sentence I squeeked in before being stopped had to be the blue-print for what we were about to fight our way out of.

The man asked where my bracelet was and I said I don’t go here, we are taking these drinks to my friend’s parents. The man, who clearly knew very little English, told me that if I lost my bracelet then I had to go buy another for 30 dollars. I explained to him again that I was not actually staying here, and I told him we were taking the drinks to his parents and leaving. The security guard looked a little confused and angry and told me to follow him.

He took Q and I to the lobby, which was absolutely amazing. The guard took me to a lady at the front desk who spoke English properly. The guard was telling the lady at the desk in Spanish that we had been sneaking in and stealing drinks, which looking back, was partly true. However, I cut him off and told her I had just came with my friend so we could check in with his parents, and when we got there to talk to them, they told us to grab them some drinks at the bar.

The lady understood my story and went over the policies that I violated. I apologized profusely and explained to her that I know what I did wrong, and I told her it would not be an issue again. After it was all cleared up, Q went to his room to grab some things, but the guard said I had to stand in the lobby and wait. So I stood there for ten minutes wearing nothing but swim trunks, waiting for Q to come get me in the lobby.

“hablas espanol?” a chauffer asked me. Si un poco, I replied. The man told me to follow him to the front door. I asked him if he spoke English and he said no, which terrified me, this was the ultimate Spanish exam for me. Our conversation translated went: Where do you live? Royal sands. Where is that? Down the beach a couple miles. Who are you here with? My friend’s family. I asked the man if I could go back in to wait on my friend and he told me no. 25 minutes had passed and I was terrified that Q would not know where to find me. I told the man my friend would not find me out here, and the man said I could still not go in.

I looked inside finally, and saw Q. things had been patched up and we were good to go. I told the man we were going on the beach to walk back, but he would not let us. Apparently, the beach was owned by the resort. I wasn’t even //allowed// to walk on “their” sand. Q and I had to walk on the streets of Cancun barefoot.

This route was much less direct and took us 2 hours to walk back. The streets were blazing hot on our barefeet and we noticed how filthy the streets and sidewalks were. People were honking and yelling things at us on the scorching hot day. We realized we had to get back to the beach if we had any chance of me making back in time for dinner.

After being busted for trespassing, we did not want to walk in on another resort, but we had little other options after seeing no paths between the buildings to make it on the beach. We went up to a resort and followed one of the residents in. The building was huge and very open, and Q and I had no idea where to go. We began turning corners and walking in opposite directions of any workers we saw. We knew we looked suspicious with how little clothing we had in such an elegant looking place, so we power-walked through and saw the back door towards the pool.

We put our heads our heads down and quickly walked towards the staircase leading to the beach. We saw the staircase was a relatively far walk for how anxious we were, so we walked in a straight line, directly at the beach, and hoped the stone wall. We started sprinting away with adrenaline coursing through our bodies. We had made it back without having to make a visit to jail on our first full day.

We made it back to the my resort where we saw louie and corbin playing volleyball. I was extremely relieved to see them and I told them I would have to sit out the day in volleyball. “I have the most crazy story for you.” Every day in Cancun after that, they would always ask me to explain the story, but I would put it off. “Let’s just say it was a long story.”

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