Instead of flying to England with my friend Brad for vacation, I decided to save money and drive to Mexico with my cousin. Fred just graduated from high school, and he was more than excited to take a road trip. I was glad Fred came because he made a high grade in his Spanish class. I knew that if I went alone, I would be in trouble because I could barely understand the food menu in a Mexican restaurant.
I decided to drive my red Ford truck because Fred's car was almost 20 years old. I remembered all the times I had to pick him up from the other side of town because his car broke down and he was left stranded on the side of the road. Fred loved his car because it was a classic, but I did not want my vacation to end in the middle of nowhere.
Fred and I ended up in a small town with a name I could not pronounce no matter how hard I tried. We stayed in a hotel that was walking distance away from a white sand beach. I had never felt so relaxed in my life. On the third day, Fred and I drove to a nearby city. I rented a motorcycle so I could ride up and down the coast, and Fred bought diamond earrings for his girlfriend. That night, we partied at all the clubs we could find. It was hard to leave Mexico because we had so much fun.
I met Brad for dinner at a seafood restaurant. Brad told me he wasted a lot of money in England buying food. He said that in his last week, the only thing he bought was bread because it was all he could afford . When I told him I only spent $300 for my entire trip to Mexico, his jaw dropped. I told him he could come on my next road trip, wherever that may be.