A Difficult Situation...

A Difficult Situation...

On my summer vacation, I went on a road trip with my whole family to California. We left from San Francisco in the morning to arrive to our last destination at night, which was San Diego.  On our way there, we stopped at an outlet to shop for a while. There I received a mail saying that our reservation had some problems, because the bank was not accepting the first charge. After some calls they told me that I shouldn't worry, because the bank was probably going to accept it later, so we stay calmed.

When we arrived to the hotel in San Diego it was already 1 am, we were very tired. We went directly to the front desk to ask for our key rooms, but the guy that was helping us to make the check in, told us that it was very weird but that he couldn’t find our reservation. That was a big surprise, we weren´t expecting that after all the calls we did in the afternoon to solve the problems. My dad was angry, my mom tired, my siblings sleeping and my grandparents were tired and confused.

We needed at least two rooms but the hotel just had one available and it was in a side that was very dark, my grandfather thought that he and my grandmother could take that room, but she didn´t want to be separated from my family. So we decided to talk to the travel agency to see if they could fix the problem, we were asking for another hotel with two rooms available. They told us that there was one hotel about 15 min from there, so we decided to go there.

We were exhausted, by this point it was already 2:30 am, we arrived to the hotel and my dad went out of the van to the little window that was instead of the front desk (for safety). We asked for two rooms and everything was going fine, but suddenly a car arrived and a man went out, there was also a couple inside. The man was afraid asking for his wife and mysteriously holding a backpack, my grandma got scared with him, so she asked to my little brother to shout to my dad to tell him that he should get into the van. When Santi told my dad, the man went running to the street, and just in a second the US police was there and arrested him. We saw all the officers looking for something under the trashcans and in the garden with lanterns, I started to cry, I was very scared. There was still the car with a couple that arrived with him, they seemed not friendly, so I was deciding if I should tell an officer or not because we were going to stay in the same hotel, I was so tired that I couldn´t think, my family and I just wanted to get in our rooms and sleep some time, so we didn´t made anything about it.  

Now that I think about it as a past situation I think that maybe in that moment the right thing   to do was to tell an officer, but  if you had been in my place, what would you have done?