Personal Narrative: My Cultural Experiences

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Going through small private schools in a little town since I was in kindergarten has set me up for very few cultural experiences but my parents never wanted my siblings and I to grow up like this. When my family goes on vacation my mom always tries to fully submerge us in the culture around us. For example, a few years ago, my family and I went on a vacation in Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico. We stayed in a nice resort and it was never necessary to leave the property if you didn’t want to. Most people never did. My family took a different approach though. We would walk off of the resort’s property to the nearest bus stop and travel to little towns around us by bus. The resort employees thought it was strange. The other visitors thought it was strange.

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