When I was in eighth grade, instead of going to the beautiful, sandy beaches of Destin, Florida, like we always had over spring break, I was stuck going to Mammoth Cave, Kentucky, and staying in the wigwam hotel. Honestly, I barely remember what Mammoth Cave was like. All I could tell you is that it was dark, big, cold, and wet. But believe me, I could go on and on about the rest of the trip. It was awful.
It wasn’t a very long drive, so we stopped at a state park and picnicked for lunch. We got attacked by bees. They were everywhere, and they wouldn’t leave us alone. I seriously think they were purposely trying to torture us, because when we tried to get back in the car, they got in our car too. We spent twenty minutes trying to get the two that were in there, out.
When we got to Cave City, it was cloudy and cold, and there was a tornado warning. We toured Mammoth Cave, and then checked into the hotel, and found out we were staying in wigwam number thirteen. How lucky. We walked in, and there was one bed, an air mattress, a TV, and a tiny bathroom, all crammed into one little room. Well, let’s just say my little brother and I spent less time in the wigwam, and more time playing on the playground in the center of the “wigwam village”, until it was dinner time.
Dinner was the best part of the whole entire trip. I will never forget eating at this little Italian restaurant called Mario’s. We were one of two families in there, and I have no idea why, because that was the best spaghetti I have ever had in my entire life. Then, Mario himself came out to talk to us, and he gave me and my little brother these little pastries that were delicious. Mario was the nicest little old man I’ve ever met, and he was filled with stories about his childhood in Italy. Unfortunately, Mario’s is now closed because he passed away.
Spending the night in the wigwam was one of the worst experiences of my life. I had to share the air mattress and one blanket with my little brother, who still wet the bed. While Mom and Dad were up in the comfy cozy real bed, I was stuck freezing my tail off in the cold, pee-soaked air mattress that was slowly deflating with a little boy who was hogging the blanket. I think I ended up crawling in my parents’ bed and falling asleep at three in the morning.
The next morning was still cold and rainy, but Mom decided we should see one more cave before we went back to Lexington. This was the last thing I wanted to do because I could feel a cold coming, I had gotten close to no sleep, and I just wanted to get the heck away from that place. But of course, we ended up seeing the cave. After what seemed like hours of being underground, we finally got in our car, and drove away from the incoming tornado.
Although I thought it was horrible, that wigwam village is one of two in the U.S. It’s a little piece of history, and I understand why my crazy mother thought it would be a fun place for a family visit. If you want to learn more, or even visit the wigwam hotel, you can take a look at their website, http://www.wigwamvillage.com/.
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