Trip To Mexico Personal Narrative

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My father was born and raised in Oaxaca, Mexico. When I was a kid, he would always tell me many stories about it and explain how beautiful and amazing it was. My dad would always describe it with such a delicate touch that urged me to want to visit it so bad. However, my actual trip to Mexico was something far different from what I imagined. Although my family always described the perfect perspectives of the Mexico my dad grew up in with the best views and the best people, it was not the same Mexico that I went to go visit this summer.
I always imagined the warmth of a town, like feeling at ease and at home. With humble people who take care of their belongings and are generous to those around them. I pictured the kindest people who never thought
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