My first trip all alone...

Last year I decided to do something I thought I would never be able to: I booked a ticket to go to Mexico! I had no Hotels reserved, I just wrote to some people from CouchSurfing, took my backpack, some travel books and went.
I have to say that, before that trip, I was scared like hell from taking the plane. So it was kind of insane to think of me taking such a long flight by myself.
The travel to Cancun was very long... even longer than it had to be! Originally 26h of travel were planned, including a change in Madrid... at the end it took more than 30 h! As I came in Madrid I couldn't find my flight to Cancun... The number of my plane was inexistent on the board! I just thought "Of course something like this has to happen!".
Fortunately I met another girl that wanted to go to Cancun: she was starring at the board as stunned as I did. We decided to go together to the  Aereomexico-stand and ask about our flight. We had both tickets where there was written very clearly: ZHR - MAD; MAD - CUN.
The very motivated and nice (yes, indeed, I'm sarcastic) woman of the desk, just liquidated us by simply telling there is NO direct flight from Madrid to Cancun. It didn't exist.. So we had to take a flight to Mexico City and there change to Cancun. 
Of course it wouldn't be funny, if this would have been all.. In Mexico City the successive flight had 2 hours of delay. Well, we took the chance to eat something and sleep a bit, in the I think coldest airport I've ever been! Fortunately, just before we get frozen to our seats, we were asked to enter the plane. But, as we sat down, relaxed, happy to finally reach out destination, the pilot informed us that they had a technical problem with the plane... We asked the stewardess how long this would take, and only after she told us that it goes "solamente diez minutos mas" for more than 30 times we finally started and get to Cancun! 
So, after 33 hours of travel I finally reached Cancun. 

To start, a story from my Holy Communion

I would not define my self as very religious. However, I grew up in a small village in the south of Switzerland, where catholicism is still very spread. So, as part of my primary school education, I had to follow religion courses, go to the church for the confessions and, of course do the holy communion.

I was more the kind of girl that liked much more to talk than to listen. For this reason, while the preacher was doing his service for the holy communion, I was much more concentrated in talking with my neighbor Sara. I was really surprised when I suddenly realized that the preacher was talking to me! I understood that he was trying to ask me something, but I get nervous as I had no idea what he was talking about! So, I thought, I'll answer what I thought is always right thing in these church-situations: "I do the sign of the cross".

The whole church started to laugh. I had no idea why... Until the preacher, which had to laugh too, asked me "Really?! You do the sign of the cross to show your love to your parents?!".