Don't worry about a thing

- Alright, my dear amigos, first things first, let's not lose our "cool": I know this wasn't part of the plan, so you don't have to remind me that our excursion was supposed to head to the beach of Taganga and, due to the pilot's two bottles of rum last night, causing the plane to crash-land on the peak of Cristóbal Colón in the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta of Colombia, here we are. But, don't worry. The beach is just a few miles away, and nobody's going to ruin this summer. With the right attitude and positive vibes, we'll make the most of it while we wait for rescue, comprende?

Without allowing the gringos in their Hawaiian shirts and sandals with Uncle Trump's flag to refute me, I dashed toward the wreckage's trunk and took what i needed. Returning to them with my best smile, I said:

- My compromiso as your tour guide is for you to gozar the best vacation, so how about we use these surfboards and have a snowpetition? Kids could make ice castles, and the chicas could have a snow spa day. Rejuvenation guaranteed, although your teeth might chatter a bit! In the meantime, I'll build a snowpical bar with snowflakes and sculpt palmeras trees and flamencos out of ice! Frozen Piña Coladas and snow Daiquirs will be on the menu!

The group of tourists remained motionless and silent. I understood why. Two hours later, the rescuers took away all the corpses. Including mine.