Personal Narrative: My Visit To Colombia

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I come from a full, born there, Colombian family. My mother and father are both Colombian natives. Although my parents divorced, that did not change what i experienced during my visits. Most, if not all, of my mother’s side of the family currently lives in Colombia. I have had the chance to visit twice in my life. From my visits i can tell you that their culture is much different than the one i am use to here in the United States and, more specifically, Springfield, Massachusetts. Do i like it better or worse? My heart tells me that i would rather be where i am now than the area where my parents grew up. This is probably due to my attachment to my area. It’s where i grew up, it’s what shaped who i am. I am, however, very connected to the Colombian culture here. My mom’s default settings were shaped by her time in Colombia and she brings it here in the form of food, such as bandeja paisas, and discipline, from sandel smacks and food habits. The first time i visited Colombia was when i was six months old, and boy, do i have some stories to tell you. Just kidding. Although, …show more content…
On top of that, we later found out that some of the stuff we had packed were missing. I’m not sure if it was because it wasn't allowed or what but my mom had brought a video game console with games to give to someone in the family, but, that was taken. Other things missing were movies, some clothing, and drinks (drinks were questionable). Before all of this my parents were randomly selected to be thoroughly searched at the airport. Fourteen year old me was becoming skeptical and inpatient. I was so used to thinking that something such as boarding an airplane was so fluent and easy. In shows they always buy a ticket, board their flight, get off their flight, and find their luggage; the usual. What happened to us in Colombia didn’t happen when we went to

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