Personal Narrative: My Trip To Mexico

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.

My family and I have gone on many vacations to a lot of locations around the world. The worst trip I’ve ever taken was my trip to the Mayan Riviera in Mexico. This trip was so unenjoyable to me because right from the get go things weren’t looking good for me; when we arrived in Mexico it was raining and very windy. Even so, when we got to the resort and checked in, I found that the lock on my hotel room door was broken and I was unable to get into my room. It took hours for the hotel staff to figure out what was wrong and fix it. The next five days were sunny and warm but unfortunately it was still too windy to do any water activities like scuba diving. Which really aggravated me because earlier in the summer I had spent

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

“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.

    Sometimes just staying in the same place gets kind of boring thats why this time when i went i asked my parents if we could go somewhere else rather than just staying there on my phone and i wanted to see what they would get from the place that we went to.The family and cousins went to mexico city biggest place in mexico their is everying there mcdonlds, pizza,burgerking and dairy queen .They did not let us go to any because they said we have every thing in the Unites States so we went to a very fancy restarant to fancy for me.We went back to fresnio fresnio is where my aunts live but grandma lives in a ranch called nino artero are we are mostly in nino artero then fresnio even though fresnio is funner but scarier.

My parents are not from this country. They come from a small town in Mexico. They came here when they were really young, leaving everything and everyone behind. A few years ago we left for our parents to reunite with their families. Mexico changed a lot, it was now a country with very little resources for families as big as ours. At first we didnt struggle with money, we had opened a small liquor store. Things didnt work out and we had to close. We now faces many problems. We had no moreny, our parents had no jobs, and it was 5 kids and 2 dogs. We all slept in one tiny room. We slept on the bed, while our parents slept on a blanket on the floor. School was a year behind compared to the US school curriculum. I wanted to be someone in life, have

Hi there! I’m 19 years old and I’m a freshman in college. I live in the border of the Mexico and the US therefore my mom would take me to Mexico to see my family, some friends of hers and be able to know our culture. One of our many traits of being Mexican is treating everyone like family. I met this older girl and we would often visit her. Eventually we became a family out of love and care for each other.

The plane ride was only about eights hours long and I was asleep the whole time. When we landed in Puerto Penasco, the sun was stars where reflecting beautifully above the calm ocean. The zip line line went from the hotel to another hotel about 11 miles away and 150 feet in the air. Cody and I would always beg our parents to take us to zipline in the mountains until they gave up and finally say yes.

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!

I was thrust into an entirely new world when I was just six years old. Growing up I was a normal kid learning to read, write, add, and subtract just like every other typical American boy. Little did I know my entire life was about to be changed. Around 2004 my parents informed me that my family would be moving from the chilly Northern air of Kenosha, Wisconsin to the dry Southern heat of Querétaro, Mexico. Never have I experienced something so life changing as I did then. From meeting new people, to learning a new language and gaining new experiences, living in Mexico has shaped me into who I am.

After being in Mexico for about three days, 2 for mourning and one for the burial, we packed our things and headed home. For some peculiar reason my mom decided to take our white dodge truck on this trip but luckily for me, she did. That night my uncle decided to let me ride in the front middle seat because he wanted to sleep on our way back home so I gladly

Every time I visit my family in Mexico, I bring back memories that will stay with me forever. The memories I made this summer will stay with me, but unlike most other memories, I wouldn’t mind forgetting this one.

My Grandma and I decided we needed a break from our demanding lives here at home, so we booked a cruise to Central America and Mexico. This would be my first time out of the United States. Her and I couldn’t

“Where are you headed?” What business do you have in Mexico?” asked the immigration agent in broken English.

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.