Personal Narrative : My Family And My Grandmother Essay

907 Words Feb 19th, 2016 4 Pages
During the summer of 2015, my family and I had traveled over two thousand miles via plane to Honduras. My mother had planned this trip to visit our relatives in Honduras. This trip was not unlike any of my previous visits. The hot weather was just as sweat inducing as I had remembered. Its foreign roads were as bumpy as the last time I had been on them. Even the local cuisine was equally as mouthwatering as my last meal made in Honduras. Honduras had not changed. I had changed. I was older now, more able to understand the world around me. Even so, there are some ideas that no matter what angle you study them from, they’re just impossible to understand. That summer taught me this new idea. That was the summer I met Maria. Our visit lasted about a month. It was just my mother, my two younger siblings and I. Most of our stay in Honduras was spent with my aunts and my grandmother in La Entrada, Copan. The time we spent vacationing was unforgettable, but my mother had one last trip in mind, now that are visit was ending. She wanted to take us to her childhood home and that was exactly what she did. The ride there was long, and not one I expected. As we left the city, and delved farther into the Honduran mountainous regions, I remember my mother telling me that I would see what poverty was. Upon arriving, I felt completely overtaken by my surroundings. Having lived my whole life in the US, I was unaccustomed to being surrounded by so much nature. Tall, green trees covered the…

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