Personal Narrative: A Day At Guanajuato, Mexico

The summer rain of San Luis Potosí, México, made it almost impossible to go outside and enjoy the city without getting drenched, so Abuelito, Silence, and I together in one room, enjoying our second return to our hometown. He sat on his chair and I lay on the bed, calmly looking through the family albums. Bookshelves filled with books from my mother’s and uncles’ university courses and my Abuelita’s books from her teaching years covered one wall. It remained the same ever since we moved to the United States. The same TV. The same bed sheets. The only things that changed was my grandpa’s ability to walk and me. I gained height and weight and well, he has gotten older and weaker. I have lived my whole life with him by my side but do I really

It was November 20, 2016 the day that I had left for Cancun Mexico. Me, my brother, my mom, and my Grandma and Grandpa all 5 of us in my Yukon Denali on our way the the Hilton Double Tree. It took about an hour and half to get to Chicago Illinois, but on the way there we had to make a few pit stops in Valpo to get my brother some flip-flops that we ended up losing in Mexico. On our way there we had kept in contact with the other 9 people we were going with, My cousin Sean had checked in on us a few times, and asked us how far we were from the place we were heading which was called Portillo's. It's a restaurant that is amazing all of us were going to meet there for dinner before we would all head to the hotel. When we had gotten there my 3

I meet my Grandparents and Mexico because of my mom. “Jamie we are going to Mexico and you will your Grandparents” said my mom “What!”. The time had come I had to say bye to my dad and get into the plane. “Bye dad I will miss you so much” “You will come back Jamie, I will miss you too” my dad answer. We got to Mexico City and my Grandpa was at the airport waiting for us. We got to the town I had never seen so many people all my family was there the family of my dad and mom. I didn't know what to do I was barely 5 years old. They had make tamales and don't remember what else. I just wanted to do is go back to the US. The first few weeks were horrible I hated Mexico they didn't have good pizza and hamburgers the food that my grandma did I didn't

The journey began, the first state we rode through was Alabama, I couldn’t see much since it was night time. All I could see was the clear night sky. No stars were shining that night. The only lights I could see were street lights, building lights, and other cars. Looking around inside the car, everyone was asleep except for my uncle since he was the one driving. I must have been asleep the whole 4 hours and 46-minute car ride through Mississippi because I don’t remember anything, same with Louisiana. Finally, when we got to Texas all I wanted to do was get out of the car, so luckily, we stopped by to eat at Cici’s. My aunt said, “To enjoy this last meal since it was the last fast food, that we would be having for a while.” After we ate, it took us about 5-hours to get to Matamoros, Mexico. That was where we had to drive through the border to get into Mexico. Once we got into Mexico, there were lines of cars everywhere from people trying to enter and leave at the same time. The lines were slowly moving, like a turtle, inch by inch. There

Every year I go to Mexico, during spring break and summer. It's always relaxing laying on the beach or going on a nice refreshing swim in the 70 degree water. It was an average day down in mexico during the summer of 2017; I remember my family and I relaxing at home after a long day on the boat. I was feeding the street dog because I could tell she was either having puppies, or already had puppies. She was starving to death, her ribs were showing, I knew I had to help her. I started feeding her three times a day so she could start producing milk if she’s already had the puppies; or so she could keep the puppies healthy while she was still pregnant. A few days later I walked outside to feed her, and I hear whimpering like the sound newborn puppies

“Don’t stop, keep going because something great is waiting for us on the other side,” my mother kept reminding me while crossing the desert. Crossing the desert to come to the United States was the hardest thing I had to. This was not optional; it was necessary if we wanted to survive. Crossing the desert is challenging, scary, and tiring

What do you think of when someone says “Dominican Republic”? Do you think of spas, hotels and beaches? When I think of it I recall dirt roads, poverty and dilapidated shacks. My senior year of high school I went on a mission trip to the Dominican Republic with my basketball team with the simple goal in mind to advance our skills as basketball players and to help the people of the Dominican. Little did I know this trip would change my life completely.

For the past three years, I have spent two weeks of my Summer break in the city of Espanola, New Mexico. According to KRQE News 13, Espanola is allegedly the most dangerous city in New Mexico, with one out of nine people having a severe chance of becoming a victim of a crime. The children of Espanola are the ones most affected by the devastating crimes taking place in their city every single day. Although we may come to believe that the one out of nine people is nothing more than a simple statistic, those numbers include the only family that these young kids have. Grandparents, parents, and aunts/uncles, cousins, brothers and sisters.

It's been eight years. Eight years. Held captive against my will. I'm beginning to believe that I'll also die here.

This summer, I got to go on a vacation of a lifetime to Cancun, Mexico. I went with my mom and dad and had an amazing time. We were able to spend eight days and seven nights there. I want to go back as soon as possible.

Trey planned a suprise for Megan when she returned home from her spring break cruise to Mexico. He popped the question on her family's farm under a big oak tree. Megan said YES! They celebrated with friends that evening with a champagne toast. The next day their families had dinner together as they began the wedding planning

My trip to Guatemala helped me realize how great my life really is,and showed me how strong I really am.Many people around the world take Missions Trip every year to the nations of the world. A mission’s trip is mainly meant for missionaries to reach out to the people of other nations and not only share “the truth” but also help them with their struggles in life. Some ways missionaries reach out are building homes, churches, getting clean drinking water, volunteering in orphanages, donating secondhand clothing, giving health screening and checkups, etc. All these not only help the people but in the end give the missionaries a good feeling inside. It takes a special kind of person to go out and serve the people of the world as well as a lot

Dangerous-looking black heels stepped out of a battered red pickup truck, Arizona dust swirling around the tires. The engine sputtered into silence, and a tall woman with piercing, grey eyes murmured something quietly to her driver before she closed the truck door. He nodded from behind black sunglasses and started the truck again, driving it behind an abandoned shack that sat some distance away from the road.

As my eyes lit up like the fourth of July, I stood with my feet stuck to the ground, and my nerves tingle with happiness because of how marvelous it was. I didn't know a Mexico resort could be so nice.

May 2009, Friday evening, I went out to the best pizza place in town, La Roca, to wait for my grandfather, who lived in another city and would come to visit me. As soon as I arrived I sat down in front of a big window, so that way we could appreciate the beautifulness of Mother Nature, something we both loved. For hours and hours, I waited patiently, and while waiting for him I remembered all the moments we shared together, all the places we went, and all the things he taught me, for example, to be strong. Since it was a while since we las met, I had so many things to tell him; I had earned two certificates of recognition and appreciation, and I also got all A’s on my report card. I just wanted him to enter through the door so I could run into him with a big hug, but sadly he never showed up. His tardiness was