The Beach Hostel (P.1) true story [M/F]

The Beach Hostel
Why is my suitcase soooo heavy? Damn – I spoke to myself as I was going from the bus stop along the brick road, which was super uncomfortable to roll my red small suitcase. I got all sweaty and tired after a long car and bus trip. But finally, I reached my destination a beautiful resort Tulum, Mexico. The hostel that I booked was supposed to be right on the beach. Then after a few more steps I saw a marvelous beach. The Caribbean Sea is really spectacular. I checked the google map, yeah the hostel should be very close.
– R u looking for the Beach Hostel? – the guy on the street asked me
– Yeah – I answered – how can I get there?
– U should pass the parking lot of this hotel and u see the beach hostel – he told me
– Ok, thanks – I wondered why men here don’t wanna help me with the suitcase, cause u could see by my face that I was struggling, but ok
I followed the guy’s directions and saw the red door. The name «Beach hostel» was written all over it. After entering, a very simple but nice territory opened to me. There were a lot of palms and hammocks. The best part was that it was literally on