my vacation in mexico essay

I never knew my dad was illegally in the United States until he was arrested by U.S Immigration and Customs Enforcement. Everything happened so fast, and before I knew it my whole life was changing. One day I was having a pizza date with my dad, and a few days later I was in the car on a 3 hour drive to the Tacoma Northwest Detention Center to say goodbye to him as he awaited his deportation to Mexico. My father's deportation has been the hardest thing I have ever had to go through. It has brought

We landed in Mexico around 12 pm and got to the resort around 12:10. The drive probably should’ve been 30 minutes, but the driver was hitting 80 mph because well, it’s Cancun. That was the start of my vacation but there’s a lot more, than just that. In the resort, there was a bar. Every morning before Gentry, Taylor, and I went to the beach, we got strawberry daiquiris. Virgin strawberry daiquiris. Gentry’s little sister, Mya, of course went with us, so she got daiquiris too. She got her first

With a long distance phone call, I interviewed my grandma. Maria de Jesus, a 76-years-old elderly woman, lives in a small ranch in Nayarit, Mexico. Living in Mexico might seem like a wonderful vacation, but not in her case. Maria lives in a ranch where poverty is high and food is limited. She struggles day-to-day to survive in a hot humid environment. From everyone in my family, I decided to interview my grandma because her conditions are heart breaking. I started the interview with straightforward

Texas has it's pros and cons, but as a child, cons appear to always outweigh the pros. Complaining looked as if it was embedded into my DNA. Having the privilege to watch

holiday in Mexico with my grandma, aunts, uncles and cousins, but all that emotion did not take me to a Christmas full of joy as the past years. Christmas was very important to me because it was Camila’s (my daughter) first time in Mexico, but after this holiday, the way I appreciated and treated my family changed. After Christmas 2009, I learned to value my mom and dad; I also learned to understand how important

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

Guacamole When my brothers and I were younger, noodles and cottage cheese were a staple food for us. My mom says that they’re a classic in every Jewish household, but she might remember it that way because cottage cheese is another food group for my Bubbie. There’s no telling how much my mom and her siblings must have ate it. But it started a family food tradition, one that my mother put a healthy twist on, as usual: one day, she served the dish with chunks of avocado. I remember my twin brother,

Victor Solorio “Mi hijo, levantate. Ya nos vamos,” my mother whispered. “Wake up, my son. We’re leaving.” I woke up confused with my eyes still half closed. It was 3 hours past midnight on a morning during the Spring of 2002. “Why is there packed luggage? Where were we going? Are we going on vacation?” I thought. My mother must have seen my confusion, as we boarded the bus and said “Los Estados Unidos.” “The United States.” At only 5 years of age, the only thing I knew about Los Estados Unidos

Mexico is a very good place to go due to the natural beauties that has and the culture is very different from other countries and you get to meet people that are always are looking to you if you need something. Meeting people that are different with different opinions and beliefs can be very helpful because you get to know better a culture and their way of living and sometimes they teach you a lesson to make your life better. When I was in Puerto Vallarta., Mexico I had interacted with people that

and I planted with my left foot and felt a weird shifting in my knee. It felt like my femur felt like it shifted side to side and my knee cap felt like it detached. So I sat out for the rest of the practice and continued with school. I texted my mom later that day because the feeling in my knee still hasn’t gone away like I thought it would, and we scheduled an appointment with my doctor. Later on that week I went to the doctor to see if there was anything seriously wrong with my knee since it didn’t