Narrative Essay On A Trip To Cross La Linea

Through a series of events Miguel comes to think his great-great-grandfather was Ernesto De La Cruz. He goes to De La Cruz’s grave to steal his guitar to participate in a talent show, but the guitar curses him. Miguel finds his dead relatives and the they take him to the land of the dead. Miguel searches for De La Cruz to get his blessing to return home. He runs into a man named Hector who aids Miguel.

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.

We had been waiting for this trip for years. Every 5 years we go on a trip to someplace fun. When five years passed after our trip to disneyland we were all waiting to go on some other adventure. I had done this twice, but 2 things about our trip this year were special.

As I drift back in to reality I see several long lines at gate A this was unusual but my spirits were to high to be broken. As I slide into what looks like the shortest line my Uncle Geno grabs me and says, “let’s go” so my dad and I follow him. I was curious where we could be going and I really didn’t want to have to step out of line but I knew geno had something up his sleeve for us. Geno leads us around the perimeter of the park and to gate D. There was almost no line at this gate so we slide in easily. Geno had done it again, always the go to guy on street knowledge and somehow he knew everyone.

It began to get dark and the sun was beginning to fall so I headed

A Guatemalan native, a male graduate student that I work with in my research group at the University told this story. He came from the countryside, living in a small village back home. According to him, the story of La Llorona, involving a weeping woman, arose sometime in the 1700s and became well known both at school and home. Some claimed to have actually seen the weeping woman. Some disregard it as unscientific and implausible. No one is sure of the exact origin of this urban legend. This story was told to me and another graduate student in our research group while sitting in lab waiting for the experiment results. The story began as we started sharing our own background and the culture of our own countries when the storyteller

Eventually his brother returns and throws up everywhere causing his brother to take care of him which calms the rage. This may have saved the narrators life because Miguel may have shot him he was so fueled with rage. We will never actually know if he would have shot them but we do know that barn did burn down the next

“You can have it,” he says. I smiled, I was so excited! I never thought he would give it to me. “Really?!” I ask. He started to look through more of his old things and took out some things and put them off to the side and I also looked through those boxes.

After breakfast I went into town just to get off of this ranch. I chose to go to The gavilan for a drink. After I had my drink I searched for Guadalupe to pay the bill,but I couldn't find her so I just left the money on the counter.

“Hey, (y/n), you kept saying you were worried about spending all your money here?” Michael checked with you.

Miguel began to hear strange sounds, like waterfalls and people laughing, though all he could see was fog surrounding his boat. Suddenly, the old map began to glow in his hands and blinding sunlight broke through the fog. When Miguel was finally able to see he was in shock, all around him were people of the Indian variety. There were statues and buildings made of gold, with a giant golden pyramid on nearby mountain side. A man approached Miguel, though he did not seem very happy. He questioned Miguel, “You! Who are you? Why have you come here?” Miguel explained how he had been searching for El Dorado and that only made the man angrier. The man exclaimed, “You should not be in this sacred place! Greed surrounds your heart and makes up your soul! As punishment, we shall take all of your fortune and banish you from this holy place!” In an instant flash, Miguel was back on his boat, yet none of his stolen fortune was to be found. Miguel couldn’t believe it, his greed and misdeeds had cost him the paradise of his dreams, and got everything he owned taken away. He sobbed many tears of grief as he sailed back to Spain, the only place for a man like

He only had me over once: the evening I ran away. I had wandered for hours around the Champs-Elysées, seeking some elusive thing or other, and when I didn’t find it—whatever “it” was—I made up my mind to return to the school. The groundskeeper said Pedro was waiting for me at home.

“Around four o’clock today,” explained Fernando “that is when Isabella called me telling me that Miguel went missing.”

reservation where I stopped to check my tires. I saw him in Albuquerque when I

We were going back to Santa Maria. With our savings that we had, we bought some food to eat and the supermarket and for our trip. Finally we bought our tickets for the train. I was a little nervous that we would get sent back, but nothing would stop us by seeing our family.