|infront of our room|
This story will be the craziest one, as I promised. And that all happened on the way to Orlando and in Orlando, Kissimmee. But first i'll tell you a little bit of Miami Beach.
Oh! I'm still in love with Miami Beach! Waking up infront of the beautiful sea and beach everyday. I know you're jelous, just admit it, hahaha. The 10 days I stood there were so great. That was what I exactly needed after the stress I had before. we had everyday the same routine. Waking up, jogging by the beach, having breakfast, swimming or sunbathing on the beach and then off to the shopping malls. That was the morning and afternoon dialy routine. The evening was 100 times more exciting than the day, because Miami Beach is known as a city that party hard and specially on spring break. Yes, of course we went clubbing! Even if I was 15 years old then. I just have luck to be a latino, because the most of them look 2-4 years older, anyway. That city knows how to do party and I drank alcoholic drinks, but don't think wrong of me, because there's no teenager who hasn't tryied Mojito. We were clubbing near the Ocean Drive, at the Collins avenue to be specific. I also met old friends from my childhood and it was so exciting to see them after a long time.
The craziest part starts here. We just had enoug of Miami Beach that day, so we decided to move on to another city, Orlando. We rent a car to go there and it was the biggest mistake we did. We were driving to Orlando, suddenly the GPS got broken and we had no idea where we were. Oh yeah i know it! We were in the middle of the jungle on the street and by the way we didn't have petrol as well. I was so scared because there are panthers in the jungle haha. So we got help from strangers and i don't even know why they gave us petrol for free!? When we were out of the jungle (Everglades), we stopped at Mc donalds to charge our phones and use them as GPS. While we were searching the charger on the car, we found a little plastic bag. And guess what was in it!? COCAINE! We were so scared, because we didn't want to get arrested. So we called the agency who rent us the car and the man said that isn't something grave and we should let it where it was, but we threw it away! (I noticed that the car had an accident before, maybe there's a connection with that plastic bag...) I mean, who wants to get arrested? After hours we arrived to Kissimmee and guess what!? It was friday the 13th that day and we got the room number 666 that's so creepy!
I'll tell you the second part in a later post, i hope you liked the first part of THAT story i'll never forget.