Revision Essay - Narrative

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Erin Miller

ENG-101-G05

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Ms. Bivens

Federales “Why are they pointing their guns at us? What’s happening, Bear?” I asked my husband,

in a very frightened voice, as we jogged across the tarmac. “I don’t know, Angel, but everything’s

going to be alright. Let’s just get on the plane.” He replied in his reassuring tone. He only uses

that tone when he knows I’m scared and doesn’t want me to know that he’s a little worried too.

It was hot; I was out of breath, and starting to sweat. The Mexican desert was dry, dusty, and

seemingly devoid of any plant life, except for cacti. The tiny airport was completely isolated

from civilization, no other buildings around for miles. Crap! I almost lost one of my flip-flops! I

would have worn more appropriate shoes, had I known I was going for a run, I thought to myself.

I looked around and saw everyone else, including the flight attendants and our pilot, jogging

silently and trying not to make eye contact with any of the gunmen. I decided to do the same.

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My new husband Phil, or as I affectionately refer to him, Bear, finally told me where we

were going for our honeymoon about a week before our wedding. “You should pack for tropical

weather, Angel.” He gave me one of his quick little winks. “We’re going to San Jose Del Cabo,

Mexico.” I had never heard of it but I did a little online research and discovered that it was a

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small resort town about thirty miles east of the more popular vacation destination city, Los

Cabos, Mexico, which is on the western coast.

Our honeymoon was perfect. The beach and the resort were beautiful and I was, of

course, disappointed when it was time to go home. We arrived at the airport early on the day of

our return home, hoping to get a bite to eat and relax for a while before our flight back to

Atlanta.

Arriving at the airport was a bit unsettling. The line for Customs extended outside the

front doors of the airport and wrapped around in a snake-like shape. It took almost an hour to

get through the line. Except for the unusually long wait at Customs, there didn’t seem to be

anything out of the ordinary going on at the airport that day. Up until this point, Bear and I had

seen no signs of the Mexican Federales’ presence at the airport.

We were just starting to eat our sandwiches when Bear, looking confused, said, “I think

that’s our flight lining up to board.” He was right, so we sadly tossed our lunches in the trash

went to get in line. It soon became obvious that they had completely skipped check-in and no one

was verifying any of the passenger’s identities. That being said, the line moved quickly and the

flight attendants at the gate just waved everyone through with hurried looks on their faces. As

we were walking down the boarding bridge, I realized that Bear and I were speed walking. When

we reached the end of the boarding bridge, we descended the steps that led to the blacktop

where all of the planes were parked an I was still trying to put my plane ticket and identification

back into my bag as we stepped onto the asphalt. I finally looked up when I realized that our

pace had quickened from speed walking to a slow jog. That’s when I saw them. There were about

twenty or thirty Mexican Federal Police Officers, also known as “Federales,” lined up in two rows






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emphasize this point enough, the Mexican Federales are a scary bunch! Also, international travel

is unpredictable. Try to go with the flow when you are on foreign soil.

In the end, I’m fine with never knowing what actually happened at that dusty little

airport somewhere outside of San Jose Del Cabo, Mexico. I was just glad to be in the air and on

my way home to the United States of America, the greatest country in the world!


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