Essay On A Trip To Mexico City

head was clouded with thousands of thoughts like, what if the ride got stuck or will I get sick? Before I

It is not often that you get to wake up to a perfectly painted peach, pink and purple coated sky, witness the feel of a salty sea breeze brush up against your skin or stare out into the atmosphere, trying to figure out at which shade of blue the ocean concludes and where the sky begins. Had this been a few months ago I would be exploring Castle Hill in Budapest, making headway towards the glaciers of Argentine Patagonia or even tasting my way through Greece. But instead, I will pack my bags with a heavy heart to kickoff my expedition to the place that needs me the most. With my ticket in hand, I would board my flight to Houston, Texas.

Julia drives a grey Hyundai, coincidentally enough matching the color of the heavens. After introductions the four of us set out to Eloy, a small town between Phoenix and Tucson that houses one of the immigration detention centers in Arizona. The uneventful hour long ride to Eloy only adds towards my already tensed state of mind: I’m not sure what to expect. I even begin to question whether they will let me inside the facility since I’m not a U.S. citizen. Only half jokingly Judith reassures me that I don’t have to worry since I’m white and

Life can be pretty stressful, and at times I feel the need to escape. When life’s pressures build to a critical mass my favorite place to go is Collier Township’s Panhandle trail, with its long hiking, and bike riding path, the more secluded hiking trails set deep in the woods, and fossil cliff it’s the ideal place to escape this mad mad world. I begin my journey at the start of the trail that stretches from Pittsburgh to Washington DC. The sound of tiny stones crunch under my feet as I walk, birds fly through a vibrant blue sky, and come to rest perched high in the trees that frame the walking, and bike trail. I continue down the trail for a quarter of a mile reading the small signs placed on the edge of the path set there to inform you of

As I heard my alarm clock go off at two in the morning, feeling prepared mentally but not physically. My mind,at that point in time raced with thoughts and expectations, although my body felt like it wanted to die. Finally dragging myself out from under the soft covers, I pulled my gear to the bed of the truck and threw my bag up over the side of the truck's bed,-- hearing a giant thud from the heftiness of my pack. I felt mixed emotions coming from my body, my mind ready and my body said: “go back to bed hate you, I hate you, I hate you”. As soon as I plopped myself into the truck squished with three people in the back seat, after about five minutes of driving all three of us passed out fast asleep. The moment I woke, pulling into the parking lot of Mount Washington, New Hampshire I felt ready. When I stepped out of the car, I threw my hands in the air, the best feeling of stretching after a car ride. I look up to see this mountain completely covered with snow and only one round part completely treeless; that's where we hiked too. Strapping my fifty-pound pack on my back containing ski boots, skis, poles, winter gear, and food felt more tiring than it should have.

It was almost 4am and we had slept in the cold LAX airport on black and while marble floor. Very comfortable and accommodating. At this point a cardboard box on a heating grate in New York would be the Ritz Carlton. Jamie and I stared at each other coldly, hating each other, damp sweat and anxiety poured over us. Silence. We just want to get out of here. "This sucks." Was a common response to our deliriously back and forth conversation as we tried to keep our spirits up.

   When the day began the heat from the sun seemed as if it was out for vengeance, beaming heavily on everyone

"¡Ey!¡Ey!¡Porque!?" Yelled the clerk, as I ran out with a bottle of liquor.It was getting dark,and Tijuana during the day may be a beautiful place but at night it's one of the most dangerous places to be in all of Mexico. I ran into a diner and snuck into one the of booths. My heart was pounding outside my Chest and as I was catching my breath I hear a voice.

Life washes over those who expect it the least. One moment I was playing with the innocence of time, then life came crashing in and destroyed everything. With water-soaked clothes and tear-streaked cheeks, I returned home with the knowledge that life has no mercy. Life is not fair. Only the sweet sting of reality to my beaten down ego was my companion.

What do you know about Mexico city? In this short essay I’m going to show you how big Mexico City is and how beautiful mexico city can be. In my opinion Mexico City is very beautiful and there is much to learn. Did you know that the biggest building in mexico city is 807 ft tall? The building’s name is the “Torre Reforma.” Well, you learned something new. In this essay I hope you learn more about Mexico City and you become more interested in Mexico City.

Ever since that first trip to Mexico to see my grandmother for the first time, we talk at least every month. Sometimes I regret for not being friendly early on. She taught me to be open to new things, to enjoy the simple things, and to appreciate what life has given me. I have gained a friend, a mentor, and a new

Walking alone down a long dark alleyway can be unnerving. The silence, the feeling that someone is following you, but every time you look back there is nothing there. You do not want to keep turning around to check, but you feel like you have to in order to feel some sense of security. You have to carry on, you can not hide, but the walk feels like the longest, hardest thing you have ever done. Every time you look back, you feel a little bit safer but also a little bit crazier for being so paranoid. You ask yourself, ‘Am I just being unreasonable? Or is this feeling of unsafety justified?’ This sense of constant paranoia and self doubt is what it is like to live with anxiety. The dark alleyway is life. It is scary, but necessary to go through.

The night before we began our journey to Orlando, I didn’t get much sleep. My eyes were wide open like an owl most of the night, tossing and turning under my cloudy soft comforter thinking about what awaited me the next 24 hours. I have always been interested about what it would be like to go on a roller coaster, but I hated the feeling of weightlessness like a balloon. I even hated going on elevators, just the thought of all that force sent a shivering sensation throughout my body that made me agonizingly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, there was a roaring lion fearlessness within me that wanted to indulge on this endeavor. In the morning we pack the family SUV as if we were sardines in a can and headed out to Islands of Adventure.

The doorbell rang. sky dragged her feet to the door, thinking it was her takeout when she opened the door all that was there was a small box and an envelope addressed to her. She grabbed the things and went off to her room. she began to open the letter, she noticed that there was no key for the box just a note and a piece of gum. Sky when on and tried to pry the box open but all she could see through the cracks were bright blue lights. Sky went off and grabbed the small note and began to read it, Dear, sky We are the no faces, we chose you out of millions of people, if someone is chosen from us it's a great one if you would like to see us please chew the gum

My journey the day I left my home country in search of a better life was not as pleasurable or exciting as I expected. Although it was not a long flight, the accumulation of unexpected vicissitudes during the trip made my dream of traveling an absolute nightmare. Not only my sadness to be leaving my family behind, the uncertainty to fly alone and for the first time, or my inexperience with the procedures at the airport contributed to this calamity, but even my neighbor on the plane added his bit of sand in the affair. All this situation was such traumatic to me that I even considered never daring to fly again.