After lunch, Liana tricked me into thinking that I had left my backpack in Chick-fil-A, wasting almost 10 minutes. While we crossed the border into Mexico, Olive's Stanley spilled in the van. On my shoes. To make it worse, it was not water, but iced tea, or as she called it, iced pee . Then, our van broke down, leaving us stranded. We ended up being late by an hour, and as a result, I was unable to choose where to sleep and I hade to be above Mr. G. He was really mean and shook the bed a lot. The mattresses were so thin that it felt like sleeping on a carpet.