Going To Mexico: A Short Story

Waving goodbye from the backseat of the car, as we pull out of my parent’s driveway. Looking out the window at the oddly, white shaped clouds. Thinking, I had never been away from my parents and my younger sister for so long, even though it was only for two weeks. I was excited and scared all at once, but I wasn’t too thrilled about the whole 29-hour drive there. Hoping that the trip would go well and nothing bad will happen to us.

The purpose of this paper is to evaluate Mexico and the possibility of internationalization. In order to make an informed decision about such a country, the benefits, costs and risks of the venture must be considered. In this paper, we will analyze Mexico 's economy, political structure, culture and management techniques. By examining these factors an American firm should be able to make a decision based on Mexico and the type of business considering a move into Mexico. This paper will show that a company can not internationalize into Mexico due to the lower costs of labor only. A more all-encompassing approach is necessary to make a proper decision. A study of all aspects must be done and then the decision can be

The urge to type one more sentence was overwhelming. I could never finish the last few chapters. My inspiration slipped through my fingers like a breeze blowing through the leaves of a tree. After the crash, my focus disappeared and so did my brother. His death affected everyone in our small town we called home. He was the star quarterback at the high school, the family favorite, the smartest in his class, but besides that he was my best friend. My parents were devastated that he wasn’t there so they decided to move all the way from Hawaii to a small town in Florida close to the beach with my aunt Bailey, without me. Aunt Bailey was always the adventurer. I believe that’s where Cody and I got it from. Our parents made it pretty obvious that

I heard the dirt around me moving. My father's breathing started to grow faster and we stopped. The driver came out and started talking to someone. I knew then that we were crossing the border. I began to tremble as I grew more scared. Then I heard gunshots. They started yelling and before I knew it, me and my father were running out of the van towards the fence. He pushed me up and he got over seconds later. I could hear the people that were with us screaming behind. I turned my head to see what had happened, and there were all these dead bodies lying near the van we were in. We were the only ones to get out of there alive. As we became tired and hungry, my father found us a good resting place and we laid down. I fell asleep as soon as I layed down and my father minutes after also fell asleep.

When people think of Mexico they think Spanish, but that is wasn’t always the way it was. For thousands of years the Spanish hadn’t even heard of the New World. Or what is now known as Mexico. Various Mesoamerican tribes ruled it.

It seemed at first like any other family trip with mom all excited and planning, my step dad telling everyone not to pack to much, getting on another plane, and then we land. First thing that I noticed was the heat, it made my knees buckle. Then looking around and seeing all the men with guns, everyone seems so serious going through the lines that have green and red light that either say that you can go or you have to be stopped and searched. It was scary seeing all of this right before my eyes. Everyone was speaking a language that I wasn’t understanding. All sorts of people running out to us trying to give us rides or selling stuff, I don’t really know because I don’t know what they were saying. Once we found the

A typical family in mexico is usually lacking basic community services. Usually houses are made from mud and supplies that are found around the property including brick, mud, wood, and other things. The homes usually have improvised rooms made with construction materials on a relative's property or have rented rooms with shared facilities.

The sun was shining bright and a clear ocean blue sky in Mexico. It was a great start that morning until, Elizabeth had to make a difficult decision that could change her whole life. She has four siblings and her mom and dad. Her parents didn't make enough money to pay for school and for other multiple things. So Elizabeth and her siblings would just stay at home and help out their mom clean around the house. Sometimes they would just mess around at home not helping out with their mom.

a city where an eagle with a snake in its beak rested on a cactus. This

Being American and Mexican, simultaneously, is harder than it seems. I had been living in the U.S,for ten years and for the first time, I was going to visit San Luis Potosi, Mexico, which is where my family lives. My mother always said that Mexico is known for being a poor country, even so I still didn’t imagine it would be any different from the U.S.

Someone once told me “Failure is not fatal, but failure to change might be.” I guess it wasn’t important to me at the time and therefore I chose to ignore it, little I knew the wisdom these words carried.

In this chapter, Beezly talks about how the country side of Mexico was seen as out of date and backwards by travelers due to their tools and their refusal to change how they lived. The primary source is an amendment written by Senator Orville Platt and it was added to the Cuban constitution for some time; it basically gave the US the power to rule Cuba and made the Cuban government powerless.

If I were to rewind time back to the year 2007, I would be a ten year old girl with two caring parents and two loving siblings. On a particular Sunday morning my parents decided to take the family and drive to a Mexican restaurant named El Sabor de Mexico. On our way I was starving and couldn’t wait to eat lunch!

Everything was as it had always been as the sun rose that morning. The city began to stir as it grew light, and in an hour there were carts and people filling the streets. Down at the shipyards people carried out their business just like they had every day before. In the castle the guards and servants went about their duties. It was peaceful, as it had been for a hundred years.

Coming from Mexico was a difficult transition, but looking back at that memory, it is a reminder that anything is possible. I remember the sun felt like an oven most days. Sweat ran down my back and through my clothes. One summer day I walked to meet my new future,however, I kept thinking and admiring my beautiful country: Mexico. Time passed by quickly From the time I woke until the time I reached the airplane. My feet weakened with pain and excitement. Pain because I was leaving my family behind to find a better future or myself. I knew,the trees, the beautiful flowers: the lilies, the Violets, The marigolds, and the strong yet satisfying smell of el chile. I felt excitement because I would be able to see something new that would become