El Corralito-Personal Narrative

“I don’t want to go!”, cried my five-year-old self as my mom dragged me to the plane that would change my life forever. It was the first time, of many more to come, that I was stepping on a plane. This plane, in less than eight hours, would send me to Madrid, Spain, where my dad was waiting for me and my family with a brand new life prepared without my consent. In 2002, Argentina was not going through a great time. It was recovering from an economic downfall that was called “El Corralito,” something that quite resembled the Great Depression that took place in the U.S during the 1930’s. Like many families in Argentina at the time, our family had been struck pretty harshly by this event, losing a great part of our savings, which made the offer …show more content…
I am lucky. I am a fortunate person that had the opportunity to fully immerse in a variety of different cultures in my young existence. I saw the richest and poorest places of different societies with completely different cultures. I got to experience the way the Dead Sea could easily lift me up, I navigated through the interior halls of a 1300s castle in Spain, I cried my eyes out of fear while riding a camel in Egypt, I delighted myself with the best kinds of food that the world can offer, I laid on the greenest grass I had ever seen in the fields of Cordoba, Argentina, I suffered the hottest and coldest temperatures imagined, I was instructed in nine different schools all over the world, in three different language, and I have been the minority or majority depending on my residence. But overall, I formed friendships and relationships, that might be over currently, but that have taught me the true meaning of love and acceptance. Now, after all this beautifully invaluable experiences, oh my god! I just can’t wait to go out there again, continue this wonderful adventure my parents started for me so early in my life and continue to explore and spread this chain of knowledge, culture and love I have