4H Equipo GIS

Today was one of the most interesting days I have had since last lear. Friday at last and we were finally on our way to Boca Chica and exitement was in the air. After a very long wait at the hotel for “unclear” reasons, it was around 12 in the afternoon and we were finally ready to go. About 30 minutes later, we were arriving at Boca Chica, when the driver turned into this very small and densely populated street. The driver continued driving towards the end of the street and told us he would drop us off at the far end. As our van approached the shoreline 10 to 15 people “happily” came rushing to greet us. Getting of the van was like walking into an obvious trap. Immediately I was told that because I spoke spanish I would be able to get a great deal on beach chairs and “great” food. Walking towards the shoreline we though we had escaped these wonderful people. As luck would have it, we were again immediately swamped with a multitude of vendors that their merchandise ranged from necklaces to hair braids to manucures and massages.  It definitely was some very exiting moments. Tom, who had felt the frustation before, let out a loud and very comical response. “NO!, NO!, NO GRACIAS!,” he said. finally we were able to make it out alive and settle on the shore. I named this attack the First Wave because I knew this would not be the end of our arch enemies.