My glasses fog up as the glass airport doors open, allowing the humidity to surround me. I stumble out of the airport, suprised at the intense weather. I notice how lush and green and beautiful this part of Cancun is. I slide into a cab with my mother and her friend, Omni Resort our destination. I take in the scenery as we steadily drive along the road. The billboards written in, surprising to me, english. I admire the other resorts as we pass by them, watching other eager vacationers unpack their belongings, getting ready to settle in their hotel rooms.
We finally reach our destination, and I gasp as I jump out of the cab. Everything is so different here compared to our little town in America. The ocean is an aqua blue, with blinding white sandy beaches. The seagulls greet us as they fly overhead while we grab our belongings. The hotel is breathtaking and beautifully decorated, with marble floors and gorgeous plants. The staff is very friendly and smiles at us and greets us in an accent. Our room is spacious, complete with a balcony with a splendid ocean view. I beg my mother to go see the ocean, as I had never seen one before in person. But she tells me she is too tired, and that she feels like getting something to drink.
The next morning after a filling and delicious breakfast, we head out to the pool to relax. A waitress approaches me, asking if I would like her to bring me something. I hesitate, knowing that I have no money on me. But my mom tells me that we have an all-inclusive deal, and I order some chocolate ice cream. I order another one right afterwards, treating myself. Mom is taking advantage of the sushi bar that rests near the pool. We are here for our birthdays, for my sixteenth and her thirty-fifth. Misty, my mom's friend, decided to tag along. Finally after lunch, I get to see the ocean. I run in, and am instantly knocked over. I sit up in the water, my bikini bottoms and mouth filled with sand. I look up just in time to see another wave approaching, and am once again submerged. I jump up, coughing and trying to empty the sand out of my swimsuit, not caring who sees. I flop onto a chair next to my mom, who asks what I think of the ocean. "Rough and unforgiving," I reply.
The next day we go ziplining in the jungle, and swimming in poorly lit caves. I notice bats flying around, and suppress a squeal. I know they won't harm me, but never having seen one in person before, I am nervous. Later that night we attend a feast at the resort, complete with a buffet and entertainment. We watch people dance and have fun.
I ended up getting sick one night. I am disappointed I won't join my mom and Misty to an italian resturant, but I felt as though I would've thrown it back up anyway. I'm mostly disappointed I won't get to wear my new dress, a little black one I had bought earlier that day at a scary flee market that I will never visit again for the rest of my life. Overall, it was one of the greatest experiences of my life, one I was lucky enough to share with my mom. I was upset to leave, it was bittersweet. But I know one day I will go back and visit my beloved Cancun again.
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