Personal Narrative: El Salvador

My parents are from an impoverished country in Central America called El Salvador. Leaving their home has always been hard for them, but they had certain difficulties that made them unable to stay. They often told me stories of what it was like over there. They told hilarious tales about the work they did and described their home as a poor but beautiful place. Their eyes lit up whenever they told these stories and it was easy to see how much they miss it. They would describe the setting they lived in to the best of their ability, but I would have to rely on my imagination to picture it. We had finally decided to go during Christmas break of my freshman year of high school. I saw the way the people there struggled with the things they lacked but loved their home. I woke up on the day of our flight and dressed appropriately for the cold …show more content…
It did not hit me until then that I had to shower yet, I had not seen any showers. My mom poured me a bucket of water and sent me to a cement wall that was covered on all sides. That was how everyone there grew up. I finally knew why my grandpa loved the shower at my house so much. As soon as everyone was dressed, it was time to decide what we were going to do. I was standing out in the porch when the wind blew making the trees sway. I saw a lake and asked about it and we ended up in a few canoes. The view was gorgeous and I got to see other sights there too. El Salvador is filled with lots of trees, animals, and lakes. It was unlike the everyday things I see at home. The place was filled with lots of fruit trees, crops, helping hands, and friendly faces. There were people in the trees getting the fruit down for others and horses, cows, and chickens everywhere. Their environment was a lot different than anything I had ever experienced. The little tour we took on the canoe proved that the place was beautiful in a natural and friendly way if that even makes