My Vacation Experience Essay Research Paper Plane

My Vacation: Experience Essay, Research Paper

Plane tickets in hand, my possible girlfriend and I embark on our first vacation to Cozumel, Mexico during the summer of 2000. I had known her for about 7 months and during that time i had grown very fond of her. Our relationship began to blossom and that in the near future we would begin to grow even closer. Boy, was I wrong. We both needed a break from our stress filled lives and i was hoping I could help her overcome whatever tragedy happened in her life because i didn’t understand why she was depressed most of the time. She had told me about a few things that had transpired between her and her parents but it just didn’t explain all of her emotional problems. Most of the plane ride there was spent bartering with the flight attendants for tasty beverages. She looked out the window with longing eyes. Her eyes seem to say so much and yet, so very little. I didn’t quite understand what was missing from her life, but I would soon grasp the emense pain.

The plane soon arrived in Cozumel. We were ushered like cattle through customs. Our baggage was taken by Miguel, a three-foot Mexican

. We arrived at hotel Paradisus. Paradise, what more could you ask for. Truth be known, I don’t think that there is such a place or thing. It’s jsut a simple concept we all hope for,but never achieve. We spent that night walking along the beach and talking. She said very little, but I still enjoyed her being my my side. I never in my wildest dreams imagined myself with such a beautiful girl in such a perfect place. I couldn’t have been happier, but all good things must come to an end. The next day was spent with fun-filled activites. She of course had located the many bars at our hotel. We had purchases the all-inclusive package. She received alcohol, and I received activities. I tried to limit her drinking, but had no success. We made it through the day of snorkeling, horse-back riding, and swimming. I remember actually sitting for two hours while she sat and painted a ceramic frog. She of course was drunk and refused to be alone. I sat quietly and endured because even then I knew I loved her. The afternoon drew in and we dressed for dinner. We decided to take a walk along the beach before we ate.

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