Personal Narrative: A Trip To Mexico

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

December twenty-nine, two thousand and seven is a date that is forever in my mind. The

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.

Currently, as stated above, our children are of ages five and nine. They truly are inextricable towards their father. Fernando Jr. Is currently in 3rd grade at elementary school. He is a very smart child and has a huge heart. On the other hand, Melissa, is truly full of energy, excitement, and is exceptionally intelligent. I know that as a mother, if I have to be away for awhile, it would be devastating for me. It would make me feel angered, anxious, and of course depressed. I would never want to come home to my kids not being able to greet their father like they usually do, with hugs and kisses. Also, knowing that I will not be able to have the financial support of my husband will devastate me. Currently my husband and I are employed. I am

We left after my parents got off work one night. Our camper was all packed and we were ready to set off on our journey to New Mexico. Before we got to New Mexico we had to make a stop at my dad's cousin's hose to get the jet ski and then we were on our way to Ute Lake. We finally got there late that night.

“Come on guys, going to be late”, my brothers told me and my sister as well as my sister in law. Running down our long stairs in Mexico. Wishing I could live there, but things aren’t as they were before. Wearing long brown boots and all dressed up to go watch the bulls. Walking for about 10 minutes to get there, stopped by my cousin’s store get get some drinks. Finally got there with my family. Trying to get a spot to sit at for a nice view.

I got adopted by my step-dad when I was three so I grew up in a Mexican family. I remember eating Mexican food. It’s was so good, the soups were great too. I loved the party’s we always through. My favorite meal was tacos growing up it was so good the tortilla was nice and warm, the meat was perfectly seasoned. I was a happy kid.

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When we were little, we were raised by both parents and lived in our ranch in Reynosa, Mexico. It had our animals that we cared of. This life was very calm and all of our family came to visit us, we used to make barbecue every weekend, and we got together and had a great time at the ranch. I missed those days where you could party all night and nobody would mess with anybody.

I felt the heat as soon as the door opened. We went to baggage claim and off to hotel we went. In a bus we drove to our resort along with a tour guide. We had arrived and our real adventure began. We were all very excited.

I saw roofs and walls made up of rusted sheet metal, market stands with 9 year old merchants, and single room homes transformed into makeshift shops ran by single mothers of five, six, or even seven kids, barely making enough money to survive. In the summer of 2016 I left the United States as a sheltered teenager, unaware of the struggles and conditions too many families are up against in third world countries. I was fortunate enough to have traveled to Guatemala City, Guatemala with my church's student ministry program on a mission and outreach trip. I returned with my eyes opened to diversity, a realization of my life's calling, and an experience of spiritual maturity that transformed me into adulthood.

It was June 31, 2016 it was a very gloomy day at Guanajuato, Mexico. It was the second to last day because the next day I would be staying in Mexico. That morning my sister and I woke up at 7 in the morning. We got up and did the bed and prepared an put clothes and towel in separate bags. I told my maternal grandma that we were going with our aunt veronica, which is my mom's older sister. As I stroll down to with my sister in our pajamas, we cross the road and go down another hill once again. When we get there we yell for my aunt to open her gate. We always did that every time we went to her house. As we go in, my aunt already has the warm water prepared so we can shower. It is really different because there is no shower head, just water in

June 17,2014 it was a day when I went to Mexico. That morning I went to the airport of savannah. My plane was at 7:30, I left my house at 5:45 to go to the airport with my family. I got in a red truck, inside the truck had leather seats, black carpets, three seats in the front, and three seats in the back. My uncle was driving, my dad was in the passenger seat, and my mom was in the back with me and my brother Justin. My aunt was driving in her own car. Her car is a van, the color of the van is tan, two seats in the front, two seats in the middle, in the middle of the two seats there was a path so the people can go to the back, and at the back there was three seats. My cousin lindsey and my other cousin joseph were in the car too.

It was the first house I have ever been in that wasn't in the city. So it seemed natural that I was scared the first night. The first day of moving two thousand miles across the country into my new home. The house itself was welcoming and had a different feeling to it. In a small town located somewhere in New Mexico. The house was built in the early eighteen hundreds by spanish explorers. I had never known what would occur in the time we lived there. Back when the house was built, it was used as a hospital for soldiers, a funeral home, and a morgue. Being so young at the time,I had not really understood what that had to do with the new house.

As we sat on the burning concrete, utter chaos on every side, and a stench so strong some people covered their mouths with rags, one would naturally feel inclined to be despondent. Even with these circumstances, however, an overwhelming joy manifested itself inside of my heart. When I considered the immense benefits and opportunities that I took for granted in The United States, I knew that I had to help these people in any way that I could. As a result, I poured myself into loving those around me in the limited time that I had in Mexico. Despite my extremely low knowledge of the Spanish language and inexperience in the mission field, by the end of the trip, I felt as though I had left the community that we served in better than it was when we arrived.