In Spring 2008, I was drugged and sexually assaulted by the bartender at the Riu Santa Fe in Cabos. My trip began at one resort for a girls' trip to celebrate a 40th birthday. I then moved to a different resort, taking advantage of a couple of spa days before my husband arrived for a special vow renewal. I actually carried a whistle with me and had introduced myself to security beforehand, naively thinking I was being wise. I made friends with 4 or 5 people from Canada and enjoyed drinks in the Sports Bar. I remember seeing double and thinking I have to leave here and go to my room. I left my barstool. There was a brief moment of lucidity when I somehow thought I was kissing my husband and then saw the bartender Caesar face. This happened in a bathroom stall of a restroom nearest the bar. I remember trying to fight him off (I had scratches on my hands and fingers) and I won't talk about the gory details of the aftermath pain of the assault. I vomited and was very ill and generally not well for more than 24 hours. I decided, however, that if I told my husband that he could end up in Mexican jail. I could never predict what he'd do, but did not want to worsen the situation. I had my annual GYN appt. within 4 weeks of the trip and informed my doctor while sobbing. She tested for diseases and encouraged me to tell my husband, which I did that day. I have always regretted that I did not act to report that man to save other women; but I do know I overall was in no shape to advocate for myself. Reading about the corrupt police though seems like it would've been futile. I STILL cry occasionally about it. When my daughters are old enough - they will be told so they can protect themselves. I now know that Mexico is the #1 maker of the date-rape drug rohypnol (sp?). Looking for more info about a local girl that died in Mexico recently is what brought me to this page. I am utterly nauseous reading all of these tragedies. My sympathy to all. I wish parents at the high school that allow these kids to go to Mexico would wisen up.