i am writing from a state where everything that i am going to attempt to recall will be from the last week and half. this alone is a difficult task; on normal days i can hardly remember the day before, but now i will try and do it from the latter stages of a gnarls 2-day stomach flu that has depleted me from keeping any liquids, one that has given me menstrual-like pains accompanied by one of the worse migraines.
cancun was a time well spent. i had been there before so most of its lure had been lost. still, i don't think anyone can ever get tired of the white sandy beaches and its crystal blue water. the first night i went off with some of the crew members from my flight and, well, it didn't end well. but i did wake up with an awesome bracelet.
that morning came with clear skies and a gentle breeze. i gathered myself and got the rest of the guys to wake up and head to the beach. they were walking zombies, but we finally made it. we must have laid out for at least 2 hours. the sun was fierce, it scorched my back and had me looking like beef jerky. the water cooled me off for a bit but drained me from the little energy i had; i had to eat something. i headed back to the resort and saw my friend brianne and carolina. they were getting ready to head out to playa del carmen, i had been there a couple of years before and would not pass up the opportunity to go again.
it was a two bus trip that took almost 2 hours but we finally made it. i still had not eaten anything, i didn't feel good. but the beauty of the beach settled my stomach for a bit. playa del carmen isnt just about the beach, it's about what surrounds the beach. you won't find your typical chunky charlie out here, what you will find is a youthful and carefree atmosphere; unfamiliar tongues and strange faces.
well, i finally ate. something that was...interesting. the only way i can describe it is chiken that tasted like liver. yea, that sounds about right.
the night ended well, brianne and carolina and i left for the bus station mesmerized. we slept for most of the bus trip but then walking to the next bus, we were given a second wind from the night's breeze. we finally made it to the resort, i was beat. i slept in brianne's room which was huge! this was nice, but what it had in size, it strongly lacked in its thin walls. the whole night, the person in the next room was snoring uncontrollably. i slapped the wall a couple of times and the thing producing the snores stopped long enough for me to sleep.
the next day, brianne and i decided that we were going to skip a day in cancun and fly over to montevideo, uruguay. it wasn't going to be easy, or so we thought. we hopped on a cab to cancun airport and from there we waited to get a seat. the agents kind of made it dramatic, like the flights were full but when we were given our seats we saw that there were a couple of seats open.
the true test would come 5 hours later. we were told that all flights leaving to montevideo and buenos aires were full. and what made things worse was the fact that copa airlines weight restricts most of its flights to those cities. in part because its such a long flight but also because they fly boeing 737's, which aren't the biggest airplane out there.
we've heard horror stories about the copa agents in panama city. but all of them were out there willing to help us out and give us advice about what to do and which flight to take. ultimately we were told by a pair of friendly smiles to stick with the montevideo flight because although being weight restricted, that it wasn't completely full. still, our nerves were shot. crunch time came and it was time for me to make an attempt at talking to the controlling agent. i approached her serious demeanor with strong caution knowing that any slight grin or sign of self-worth worth by my part could throw my chances. with the humblest tone and expression i said, "hola" she was busy but i noticed from her facial expression that she wasn't annoyed. i quickly told her that me and my friend were looking to get a seat. she looked at our tickets and for the next 5 minutes she typed away like if she was writing a last minute term paper. she wrote something on our tickets and i automatically thought that she was rolling us to another flight but when she handed them to me, i saw that she had given us an aisle and a window.
i couldn't contain myself, i told her "¡muchas gracias!" and she let out a slight smile. i didn't tell brianne that we had been given seats. i just sat next to her and told her that it didn't look so good. 30 minutes before departure they changed the gate for the flight; it was at that point that i handed her the boarding pass with her seat assignment. she was mad and excited at the same time. i thought it was funny. ultimately our row had the middle seat open which was the cherry on this very fat and very chocolately sundae we were riding on. we stayed in the airplane for about an hour having been delayed for an unknown reason. but once it took off we were finally at ease that we were really flying to montevideo.
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