I remember it as if it was yesterday. We were on our honeymoon in Playa del Carman, Mexico. We flew out of Providence, RI on 9/10.
Woke up in the morning of 9/11 in our room at the resort, ordered room service breakfast, the wife hit the shower and I turned on the TV to watch the news. There was the footage of a sky scraper on fire in some big city somewhere. Everything was in Spanish so I thought it was some building in Mexico City or Rio de Janeiro or something at first. Then I realized it was NYC. “That’s odd… wonder what happened.”
Then, right there on the screen, the second plane hit and I though HOLY $HIT! Called the wife out of the shower to translate what hell they were saying. We were numb. The whole day, everyone was glued to the TV screens all around the resort as the reports crept in.
Later learned the planes originated from Boston. We had friends and family that flew in and out of Boston for our wedding. Spent a good part of the day trying to call home to see if everyone got back alright and let them know we were alright. It was hard to get through because the phone lines were busy (Your call cannot go through, please try again later…. Your call cannot go through, please try again later…) It was a totally messed up day.
When they shut down all air travel, people were stranded at the resort for days. The resort was cool about it. They gave folks any open rooms they had pro bono because new arrivals weren’t coming in either.
Very surreal honeymoon.
(Fast forward to today, I’m not married to that bitch anymore. Maybe I should have taken 9/11 as a hint).