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.

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.

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

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

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

We were at the border between Mexico and America. I had never been here before and I was anxious. There were so many police walking around. We were going to the place where my dad lived when he was younger. This has shaped me into the person I am today because I saw how hard it is to live over there. I met a lot of my relatives. The food over there was so much better.

Mexico. A glorious get away with a beach and a wonderful hotel. Wait, hold on. Tijuana, Mexico. Drugs, poverty, and rough living. Not a trip most people would want to take. Summer of 2016 some teens and adults prepared for a Missions trip to Tijuana Mexico, me being a part of this group. We were going through a group called Amor Ministries, and would be building a house for a needy family. Our first meeting we sat in the youth group center of First Christian Church and introduced ourselves. Not many of us knew each other that well. We talked about our plans on how we were going to travel, the times we will be leaving, and other finance information that I didn’t listen to since my dad was leading the group. He has been on the trip multiple times

Commuting to Tamazula, Mexico to convert the urban decay and decrepit slums into regenerated habitable communities, taught me a cosmopolitan comprehension of the meaning of community. While visiting my grandmother in Tamazula, I became aware of a substantial community who continually lost their homes to the failed war on drugs. Prodded by my mother, I traveled multiple times a year at a young age to work the sugar cane plantations which lay in the underbelly of Mexico's crime ridden ghost towns in order to make enough money to transform the village into one that parallels the proverbial "city upon a hill". What started as an act of charity induced by a sense of duty, developed into an all consuming and burning desire to participate in every

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!

My summer was completely over. I love my grandmother and everything, but she had just annihilated what I had been looking forward to the ENTIRE year.

Like every Tuesday at 4 pm, I was sitting in the living room doing some homework when I received a text message from a friend telling me that Justin Bieber was going to make an appearance in Gavanna at Saturday. Since that moment I knew I could not miss it. Gavanna is a Latin night club located at the Design District. It is known from Venezuelans as the best night club in Miami. All Venezuelans go there, if they come to Miami for vacations they will go to Gavanna to party. Also, in Venezuela everyone talks about it.

Thumb: In February, 2015 my family and I went on a road trip to Mexico. The drive there took about 3 days (with stops included) on our way there we passed by a couple states. My least favorite state that we passed by was Arizona. It was my least favorite because it was super hot and the only thing I saw was desert land and tumbleweeds, it looked like a scene of an old western movie the whole drive through there. I liked passing by New Mexico because we stopped at a really cool huge truck stop store place that had a bunch of souvenirs to look at and it had a little room of arcade games that me and my brother got to play on. When we went into mexico the first thing I noticed was the instant change of smell. When we rolled down the windows it smelled like a mixture of homemade tortillas and what it smells

We went to San Jose Del Cabo, Mexico in 2OO9. My 11 year old self was so excited to leave the country for the first time. My mom was still a journalist at the time and the reason we were going down to Mexico was my mom’s friend was starting a business. My mom’s friend was in need of her internet skills so lucky me got to go to Mexico.

I’ve have not had many exciting things happen in my life , but one thing that did happen was when my mom surprised me with a plane ticket to Mexico to go visit my Father. This was back in 2012 , i was only twelve-years old at the moment. But when i did arrive in mexico , i landed in mexico city and there i was supposed to take a taxi to his house. I tried to get a cab , but it was hard to get one because it was really packed in mexico. So i called my mom to tell my dad to come pick me up , and yes he arrived 15 min later. I stayed in mexico for about 2 weeks , before i left i brought back lots of mexican

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.