Being new to freedom and deep into the party scene, an 18 year olds' main objectives are: to rebel, and more importantly, to have fun. At least those were the intentions my friends and I had for Memorial weekend 2003. The plan was to get crazy, party, drink, and escape reality for three days straight in San Carlos, Mexico. That being, the first un-chaperoned vacation I had ever been on, I put all my concentration into making it one of my most memorable experiences, if I had only known how memorable it was going to be.
San Carlos is a fairly developed city, not yet demolished by American tourists but still intriguingly beautiful with it's unique, original culture. It is located on the southern tip of Mexico, on the Gulf of Mexico. With it's gorgeous, warm beaches, speckled with luxurious resorts, and my boyfriend's mansion in the hills; San Carlos was the perfect vacation spot for a group of teenagers, excited and restless after a long school year.
We set out on a Friday night so we could enjoy the long weekend. It was me, my boyfriend at the time, Jordan, my best friend Jessica, her boyfriend Barry, and Jordan's best friend Kaiwan. We packed up our belongings, stuffing the trunk with bikinis, beach towels, flip-flops, and all the gear we needed to have a blast.
We planned on meeting several friends and friends of their friends who were staying with us and had left the day before us. When we arrived at the house there were a few familiar faces, some friends I knew from high school, Josh and Gary, Jeff, and Brittany. The rest were their friends whom I had never met before. There were three girls from Florida; Emily, Shannon, and Melissa and their boyfriends; Brett, Matt, and Jeff. They seemed alright and no one minded staying with them because the house was big enough for all of us to be comfortable.
The house was set on a tall cliff overlooking the gulf and our very own swimming pool.
Carlos N. ... He soon left Little Rock, Arkansas for San Diego, California to spend thirteen weeks at the Marine Corps Recruit Depot. ... Carlos received word in 1966 that he was going to Vietnam. ... While working as an MP Carlos would score his first kill. ... The NVA General was dead and Carlos was headed home. ...
Rivera had a twin brother whom was named Carlos Rivera. Carlos died in 1888 which left Diego as an only child. ... In 1899 at his father's insistence enrolls in a military college, but after two weeks, repealed by the prospect of regimented training, he is permitted to enroll in regular classes at San Carlos. ...
Now out on his own he moved in with his friend Carlos Casagemas and painted. ... He moved to Paris after his friend Carlos Casagemas died. ... They moved to San Diego California and lived very poor in California and Arizona throughout his childhood. ...
In 1876, General Crook moved the Chiricahua to the San Carlos reservation, this land had nothing on it and the Crook promised to provide them with food and clothing; however, did not fulfill his promises. ... After the fight at Casa Grande they return to the San Carlos Reservation until leaving again for Mexico in 1883. ...
These parties are the Brazilian Democratic Movement Party (Jader Barbalho, president), Brazilian Labor Party (Jose Carlos Martinez, president), Brazilian Social Democracy Party (Teotinho Vilela Filho, president), Brazilian Socialist Party (Miguel Arraes, president), Brazilian Progressive Party (Paulo Maluf, president), Communist Party of Brazil (Joao Amazonas, chairman), Democratic Labor Party (Leonel Brizola, president), Liberal Front Party (Jorge Bornhausen, president) Liberal Party (Valdemar Costa Neto, president), Popular Socialist Party (Roberto Freire, president), and the Worker's P...
Until one day, we were asked to run the "Texas lap" in the field behind the school that connected San Carlos Elementary and JFK; the field mammoth - the length of two professional football fields. ... The gymnasium seemed so much bigger and it smelled funkier than my old gymnasium at San Carlos. ...
