Spring Break : Cancun (Part 1)

 During our most recent spring break a few weeks ago I traveled to Cancun, Mexico along with at least 100 other URI students. We booked our travel plans through the Student City organization. This was one of my most memorable travel experiences by far. It was my first time leaving the country so it was a new type of travel experience for me. I really don’t like flying at all so that was basically the only part of the trip that gave me any difficultly or anxiety. Other than that Cancun is mostly a tourist area so there wasn’t really much of a language barrier and having all of my friends with me helped as well. I think another reason this trip was so memorable to me is because I went with all of my closest friends, who are graduating this year and I still have to finish my senior year next year. (I transferred in a year late, so this is only my third year.)

Well, first I booked my trip a little but later than everyone else did, so I was alone on my flight on the way there. Hating to fly, that really didn’t excite me. But at least mine was non-stop where as the rest of my friends had connecting flights. Overall, the flying experience went fairly smoothly with the exception of a few things: I was confused when filling out the customs papers but I got help from the couple who was my age who were sitting next to me. They also napped on each other the entire flight, (and the boyfriend smelt pretty bad so I had to lean towards the window most of the time). I flew JetBlue, which offers satellite radio and about 36 TV channels and a few different movie choices. I watched about half of the movie “The Adventures of Tin-Tin” and than I slept for a little and listened to my iPod for the remainder of the trip when I woke up. After landing, I had to first get through more customs situations where they check your bags again and ask what your intentions in the country are, etc and than I had to wait for my friends who were on another flight to land. Because their flight wasn’t non-stop they weren’t landing until 45 minutes after me and of course there were landing at a different terminal. Since I don’t fly often, I naturally got lost trying to get from one terminal to another by myself and with my large luggage. Unfortunately, I was just about one of the only people on the trip who didn’t mind paying the extra cell phone charges for being out of the country, so there were only a few people who I could keep in touch with that felt the same. The two girls I was specifically rooming with didn’t feel that way, so finding them was constantly a challenge. Eventually after talking to multiple different people and getting many different stories about where I should be waiting and what not I finally found my friends and our shuttle to the hotel. 

A little bird I spotted in the airport.

View from up in the clouds.