Christmas Eve 1995, honeymoon in Mexico, my first backpack travel experience, had a little fight with my ex over dinner, being abandoned in a restaurant out of no where, had no sense of direction, guided and accompanied by the nice couple dining nearby, found the hotel in midnight , ex was sleeping, cried all night that my eyes could hardly open after dawn, ex had gone for tour in the morning, shortly I got up and packed my stuff, carried the 20lbs backpack crawled a long way without knowing where to go.....
The saddest day in my life, that has made me become a seasoned single traveler today.
