Taxi drivers, time shareholders, and hotel pickups surrounded us the moment we left the airport. We struggled to find the guy with our name sign and were led into a false Marco-Polo game before being offered a deal from another rent-a-car company. I understand the persistence since their sales pitch is a part of the job, but “Noo-OOOOO, thanks,” is never a sufficient answer. Even “we already pre-paid for the other car,” isn’t a sufficient answer. So we ran.
Just joshing. We found our shuttle person standing away from the crowd with a little exploring.
It was the start of an ideal date that may have been too spontaneous for a fresh relationship. Going abroad for the first time with my boyfriend would subtly test our compatibility. We had been together for a little under a year despite Tinder indicating our only common interest being “Fight Club.” If there were any deal breakers they’d come out during the 168 hours we’d spend in each others’ company.
Full disclosure, we’re now living together and co-owners of a cat plushie named Whiskers.
If the relationship had figuratively gone south, we still would have gotten a vacation. We were planning on a road trip around the Yucatan with backpacks and snorkeling gear. Hoping to swim in blue waters under tropical sunshine. Running across long stretches of beaches while simultaneously turning our muscles to jelly. Outdoor adventures with historical sites. Knowing that we’d encounter people living ordinary lives beyond resort property lines. I’d have rights to whisper in his ears, “we’ll always have Mexico,” without reminiscing Señor Frog’s as a romantic backdrop.
But since we weren’t planning on staying cooped up within the city, it meant witnessing a semi-truck collision on the opposite side of the highway. The road was backed up for miles with bystanders exiting their vehicles to access the situation. The driver must have tried to avoid a head-on crash by quickly turning the wheel. With the semi now on its side, it’s back trailer and driver’s compartment hunched over and skid to a stop. I’m almost certain we passed by someone that died that day.
It was the first and unfortunate site we saw after leaving Cancun.