Mexico Trip

Weekly Writing #2

This was the precursor for the Personal Narrative. It is where I first developed and decided on the place memory for my narrative.

Passover 2020 was a piece of what heaven might feel like. During the chaos of COVID-19, my family decided to go to a resort in Mexico for Passover. The days before were chaotic, especially after my brother tested positive for COVID-19. Eventually, the chaos settled, and we arrived at the resort where infinite food, beautiful weather, and one of my closest friends awaited.

The resort was mostly outdoors, but when the heat became too much, we'd step away from the beautifully clear sky and head indoors to grab a bite or just hang out in the gameroom. We settled in and, for a while, just walked around and sat by one of the many warm, clear pools. Like kings at a poolside, we were served everything from platters of food to piña coladas inside a fresh, sweet pineapple. I can still smell the beach just a couple of steps away, along with the sensation of fresh food and drinks. All meals were served in a ballroom, with a pathway containing enough food and ice sculptures to serve a starved town. The multi-course meals were fit for the house of a king.

I'd become ignorant of all the tragedies of the outside world, except the resort running out of fresh, juicy cantaloupes. Late into the clear, star-filled nights, my friend and I would scout the resort for all the secret doors and pathways. We were once again free to release our inner child and explore the pathways we found hidden behind the waterfall.

Like all good things, our vacation came to an end. The realization hit hard. I had to return to the chaos of the real world: studying for tests, enduring sleepless nights of stress, hoping the zero-degree weather could give us just one more day to relax and return to the luxury of ignorance.