Friday, October 28, 2005

SIX DAYS IN CANCUN

Day One -  Good Karma

The roll of the dice.

Luck of the draw.

Being in the right place at the right time.

Pure luck.

Kismet.

How do you try to explain the things that happen to you in your lifetime? How do you understand it? Wrap your mind around it? The unanswered questions. Each one of us is such a small piece of humanity. Like a grain of sand on the beach. All of us have families, histories, dreams and this unexplained thing known as Karma.

The guiding hand.

Joe and I stumbled into the gym and the inn was full. No room existed on the floor. We were forced to find an area on the side. This was the bleacher area.  Large green concrete steps on either side of the gym.

We moved to the right hand corner and set our stuff down. Every tiny space on the floor is covered with people. It is much better on the bleachers. We have room to spread out. We had nothing but two pillows. And then we give one of those away.

We begged and wrestled away two mats from a couple who wanted them as pillows! That is where the pillow went.

Life is getting better. We move around the gym making a kind of route. To the area in the back which will soon be dubbed, "the back porch" where the bathrooms are located and the smokers congregate, past the food station, down the side wall back to the steps.

The rains came. The roof began to leak only above our area of the bleachers. We all shifted around to avoid the drips. We confiscated a large trash can to catch the worst leak. We took empty liter water bottles and cut the tops off and used the bottoms for the smaller leaks.

That is where we found Dan and Cindy. A couple from(....gasp!!!!!.....)Indianapolis! Another gentlemen was sleeping above us, he later became known as Dave. We worked together to remain relatively dry.

Anyone who has been reading my journal for any amount of time knows I have a penchant for falling down. I will not disappoint you all and now I have many more fans. My flip flop went one way and my body went the other. That large gym of 1600 people all were silenced when my scream pierced the air as I went down.

I hobbled off to the bathroom on the back porch.

I actually was hiding out. Joe can back to hold my hand and tell me is was not all that bad, there were some people on the other side of the gym on the steps over there who did not see me fall.

Dan found us and brought the following news. The rain had become worse and the ceiling leaks had become more numerous. Unfortunately, it gushed all over our sleeping area. He and Cindy moved our stuff as best they could, but it was wet.

"Can it get any worse?" I laughed. 

Then the lights went out.

15 comments:

xzasporated1 said...

Uh oh.  Never ask if it can get any worse.

mavarin said...

Ack!  How long until the next entry?  You weren't too hurt, were you?  - Karen

sunflowerkat321 said...

As soon as you ask "can it get any worse...". it always does.

OH NO!!!!!

my78novata said...

yuck I hate the dark

oceanmrc said...

You know, I have had backpacking nights like this.  But I have a feeling the whole flavor is different when you MEANT to be lolling in a resort king-sized bed with some kind of pink and green drink and Carribbean music wafting up through the window.

mariebm56 said...

NEVER say those words...."can it get worse?"
go on.....
I will not be able to sleep tonight.
Inquiring minds want to know.

suzypwr said...

This is just the beginning, right?
xoxo

sistercdr said...

Oh, Mary, never, never ask, "Can it get any worse?"  You are such a riveting writer.

tc01hm said...

With 72 hrs of storm to come, in foriegn country, amongst 40,000 tourists is not how or where I would want to ride out a cat 1 much less a possible 5.
Tess :-(

krobbie67 said...

Oh no! Gosh! Your attitude amazes me. :-) ---Robbie

artloner said...

U R KILLIN'ME

dcmeyer420 said...

Jeez! Leaking roof and the hurricane has yet to hit?

belfastcowboy75 said...

Well, at least when you fell, you were wearing the white Capri pants and not the white mini-skirt.

freeepeace said...

Awww... I'll bet you're famous now.  1600 tourists -- some of them MUST read online journals.  ;)

Okay, lights are out.  onward...

randlprysock said...

Awww, so sorry you fell!!