So the tour started to get fun: The company of friends, the cozy room, the breakfast buffet, the pool and the island hopping. I ws experiencing everything for the first time and thought of the best. I didn't know how to swim but I knew how to take pictures of people swimming and so I did. I walked by the beach, the sun shone at it's brightest, I just didn't want to leave the place. I was really having fun.
When it was about time, my friend Gerro invited me for a coffee at the airport. We finished and while waiting for our flight back home, I got worried for misplacing my plane ticket. I asked for everyone's help to find it and I ran as fast as I could to the coffee shop we visited a few minutes ago. I searched the table where we seated when someone from behind handed me my lost ticket saying "Here, I found it." He was with his friends and when I said "He", I am referring to the guy I fell in love at first sight with. Yes, that bad-looking guy.