Personal Narrative: La Quinta Inn

Unfortunately, all preplanned group trips seem to follow the same set of unfortunate events. For one, being the one who denied the the bathroom when availability arose was not a smart idea. When in the bustling cities of the East Coast, the task of finding a bathrooms was one of an adventure. As the afternoon sun bleed orange and red into the Massachusetts sky, two charter buses came to screeching rest. In the crisp electrified air, the La Quinta Inn and Suites hotel stood waiting our arrival. The very obvious and exhausting combination of a twenty-six hour bus ride followed by a packed day in the Boston summertime heat made this stout, tan building into a glorified castle. A castle that contained the long-awaited beds, the high-powered air

“Um guys, I’m not the smartest one you will meet, but I’m like 95% sure that water is not suppose to surround the toilet.” In unison, Alyssa, Hayley, and I rapidly jumped to our feet to answer the confusion that racked our brains. As we peered into the confinements of the bleach white bathroom, a small but increasing pool of gushing toilet water surrounded the ankles of disheveled girl. Through high-pitched giggles, Alyssa wildly excused Ciara of a release that went oh so terribly wrong. “Oh my god Ciara, did you seriously just break the toilet?” Ciara’s empowering and defensive attitude shot back a remark proving us wrong of the certain

Little did we know, we were about to embark on a cultural expansion. After moments passed, my roommates and I were met with the four exchange students from Turkey. Having a close connection with the exchange students herself, this hefty women believed in her foreign friends’ abilities to fix our toilet. Crowding themselves in the small capacity of our hotel bathroom, the two men clothed in fashionable attire peered into the interworkings of our toilet in hopes to find the cause to our growing problem. With a husky voice, the taller men of the two continuously growled an exotic Turkish word. Thankfully, due to google translate, our foreign plumbers were able to communicate the need for the proper tools. With a turn of silver wrench and cleaning crew composed of the two skinny Turkish girls, our room was back in business as our trusty steed. No more worries of finding a bathroom, well at least until we ventured out into Quincy Market the very next