In the year 2000, our group of friends booked the Spring Break trip as part of a party vacation package for Cancun. My father drove three hours to drop us off at the Kansas City International Airport .
After arriving in beautiful Cancun , we board a bus for transport to our hotel. At the hotel, package promoters directed us to a conference room where we waited about 45 minutes and became restless. In the meantime we were given complimentary snacks and beverages. We continued to wait over another hour. Promoters then stated there has been a mix-up with hotel reservations and this was not our hotel for the week. We were all very upset.
Back on the bus like a herd of animals, we were transported to another hotel. Arriving at the hotel , we enjoyed the accommodations, beach and sightseeing. News came in the middle of the week that we are to be moved to another hotel to accommodate other Spring Breakers that made reservations specifically to stay at this location. Back on the bus again!
Next hotel was decent and we enjoyed the remainder of our Spring Break. At the end of the week, we board the plane home. Plane has not left the runway and over an hour has passed in hot and humid conditions. Finally informed, we had to get off the plane and wait for a different plane. My father was expecting to pick us up that evening and I had to call collect to inform him otherwise. Our group had enough money for food on the way home, not a two-night stay in the airport. We had no plane ride home that day. We spend the night on the cold airport floor.
Next morning, we watch the rest of the Spring Breakers leave for their flights home. We are once again notified that there is a plane available and we board. After waiting again, we are told to unboard again. Plane from Denver wanted to land and pick us up, but the Mexican authorities didn’t grant permission. By this point, we are very tired, hungry, sharing food and wool blankets purchased. I began balling. We sleep another night on the cold airport floor .
Next morning, we board a plane and are on our way home. I had no desire to leave the U.S. Six years later; I went to Mexico with my husband for our honeymoon.