The trip from Hell I lived to laugh about
I was 24 years old and working one of my first jobs out of college for a downtown Chicago Brokerage Firm. I had gotten to be very close with 4 other women with whom I worked both inside and outside of work. We were together constantly and this seemed like the perfect getaway from the high-stress of the financial industry. We were headed for Acapulco. Being young and fairly broke, we were fortunate to be given the use of a condo which belonged to a friend of my Dad's. We were SO SO excited.
Our first little snag was that we could not all get seats on the same flight. SO..2 of us went the night before and the rest followed the next day.....Well, what I didn't know that left on our own, the two of us really didn't care for oneanother. I was on a 2 hour flight from hell with no way out! Then it was off to the condo. Thank God it was late so we both fell into bed after a long stressful day.
When I awoke the next morning, I went to get out of bed and when I put my feet on the floor, I cringed! I was ankle deep in smelly greenish water.!! I literally saw one of my flip flops floating away from me. Well, needless to say, this was not going to work. We promptly went to the management office (Jackie full of rage) and they were kind enough to give us another condo…bigger and better at no additional cost to us. As we anxiously waited for our friends to arrive later that afternoon, I flew down to the beach while Jackie sat by the pool.
Our friends arrived at about 6:00. They promptly unpacked, changed, and headed out for dinner and of course to the clubs. We had a great stress free evening and everything was pretty close to perfect. We got back to the condo around 4:00 a.m. Quite tipsy we literally fell into our beds for a good nights sleep. At 7:00 I was still tossing and turning wondering how the others could possibly sleep. It had to have been 120 degrees in there! I checked the air…it said 68. There was no way on Gods green earth it was below 100! I decided I’d run down and place our towels on the pool chairs in order to secure our spots.
I then went back up and noticed that as the sun began to rise in the sky, so did the temperature in our fancy dancy condo. So..I grabbed my friend Amy and again, headed down to the management office. This time they weren’t quite so nice (Must have been the cranky weekend crew). They said it would be
“No problem”, they would check the unit. We went back to the condo, changed, got the others, and headed off for the beach. When we got back at close to 6:00 that afternoon…I would have killed for 120 degrees. Now it MUST be 150! Again, we gather up our forces and head down to the office. They told us something they obviously didn’t know we already knew…..the air conditioning was broken!! Again, they said “no problem”. We have another condo for you however, this one, would be $1000 extra for the week. Keep in mind we were young, broke, and wanted to spend the little $$ we had on the fun stuff.
We began calling other hotels, condos etc. with no such luck. It was after all, Spring Break in Acapulco!!
We then returned to the office, heads between our knees and begged for a better rate. They complied, only this time, they offered us quite the deal at $900 for the rest of the week.…needless to say, we all pooled our $$ and got our 3RD condo. Of course, according to all, this was entirely my fault. After all, had my Dad’s friend’s place not flooded, we would never be in this mess to begin with and they wasted no time reminding me of just that as the week progressed.
This my friends was truly the trip from hell. My next vacation the following spring was perfect. I went with one friend and stayed at a 4 star hotel!!
I must say my first girlfriends travel experience wasn’t all that great, however I’ve taken many since (with different girls) and they have more than made up for that one trip. In addition, it makes for quite a crazy story right?