Personal Narrative: A Traditional Taste Of Mexico

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.

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.

Growing up in an area with a large Mexican community I never really understood how much my culture means to me. I grew up with the stories my dad and grandfather would tell me about my ancestors. My people were the raiders from the hills of Mexico City and that we were a family of warriors. I never held much weight to the warrior part of my grandfather’s stories but I did know that my great grandfather was a fighter. He left Mexico and rode the train up to Denton Texas and sold tamales on the square his entire life. He fought to give my grandfather a better life here. I don’t talk about my dad’s side of the family much, in this day in age being seen as white has more advantages than being seen as Mexican. This thought changed as I came to

During the summer my family and me went on vacation to mexico to see my grandma at her house it took us 2 days to get to her town is mexico when we got there is was 11 at night my uncle opened the garage door to let us in when we got off the car my grandma opened the door to let us in her house she gave everyone a hug the her and my mom started to cook food for everyone. After everyone got their suitcases out of the car and took them to there room my mom and dad slept in one room, my sister and her daughter slept in another room and my nephew and me slept in the living room. The next day my dad showed me around the town he grew up in where his other family members who lived there, and his aunt who owns a store on the corner of the street. When

My name is Francisco. I moved to America when I was just a little boy. I have lived in Cleveland for as long as I can remember. When I was old enough to live on my own, I bought an apartment right across the street from a vacant lot that the city seemed to use as a giant dumpster. I used to take walks every day. I would always walk by the lot and cringe at the awful smell.

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

Everything was so new and yet so familiar. Places I have seen and places I have not. A new and funny feeling swam through my body unsure what to think about this feeling. Never felt it before, and I somehow knew it wouldn’t be that last.

“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

The sweet smell of tres leches cake baking in the oven, the overwhelming odor of tamales being made in the kitchen, the destruction and cracks of the piñata, the laughter radiating from the adults enjoying their beers. If there was one keystone that holds together my identity and life, it would be my Mexican culture. This culture has an extensive history and tradition that unifies people together. There exist many stereotypes and stigmas recently about Hispanics due to the ongoing War on Drugs. Some people are afraid of us. There is plenty of hateful rhetoric spread around, and I am here to prove those assertions wrong. There is a certain degree of pride in being Hispanic. What many fail to realize is that wherever I go, whoever I encounter,

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

I woke up this morning feeling really excited, after all today is the national holiday, the independence of Mexico, and my family and I were planning on celebrating it at the local fair. Subsequently of waking up, I begun my usual routine, which consist on taking a shower, it was one unpleasant big surprise when I discover there was no hot water. I usually never check for the temperature of the water, and by consequence I ended up shivering like a “maraca” by the end of my shower. I felt like small needles where poking me all over my skin, and I could hear my non-stop teeth chattering. I do not know how people survive in the rural areas without electricity.

There are places that could take you back in time and the Mayas Ruins is one of those in which time look like it has stopped. The Maya civilization was one of the most dominant indigenous societies of Mesoamerica (History.com). Even though I lived in Cancun for about seven years and worked in a travel agency, the decision of visiting any of the Mayan ruins never passed my mind. It was a vacation trip from Unites States, while one of my children had about nine and the other one six, when we took the resolution to sightseeing the Mayan Ruins in Mexico. Visiting the Mayan ruin of Chichen Itza was a great decision and a pleasant experience since the time spent with the children as a family was joyful, we admired the spectacular view of the pyramid and we got delighted

Submerse yourself in Mexico’s vast beauty by reserving this bright 2-bedroom, 2-bathroom Troncones vacation rental house with room for 4. Look forward to spending lazy days relaxing on the beach's soft sand with a cold beverage in hand!

This summer I went to Mexico with my family to visit some relatives. Usually every morning would go the same, I would wake up and my hair was a fiasco, just such a disaster. This usually explains why we were late to everything because we were just lollygagging while getting ready so we would never make it on time anywhere. And while I was in Mexico at a dance some guys were coming towards my cousin and I. Eventually they walked up and they had the chutzpa to ask us to dance with them right after they had made some rude comments to one of our friends. At first they were very nice about asking but after a while they got a bit more annoying and we decided to leave. Something I realized was that girls have to be very discreet

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.