This past summer, I decided to go on another mission trip to Guatemala. It was also eye opening, but in different ways. I learned that everyone matters in a team, and everyone is an asset to helping the team grow. The mission trips were very different experiences in many other characteristics,…
Meoqui Chihuahua Mexico I have visited A few places like Denver , San Antonio , Las Cruces , El paso , Los Angeles , And Las vegas. But the place I’ve always have loved to go was Meoqui Chihuahua Mexico. I have visited that place two times and I still like to visit that place . Meoqui Chihuahua Is a small town close to the state capital of Chihuahua.…
I was only 14 when I went on my mission trip, but experiencing that such a young age has shaped me for who I am. I was involved in three mission trips, which all occurred in the States, but in all three-mission trips I helped people who I believe needed it most. I was proud of what I did and I think it was something that not a lot of people did at my age. One of my biggest motivators were the people I was helping. After going on my first trip, I had bonded with others and had made me realize what the real world is like outside a small town in Iowa.…
Commencing Unbound A lurid, fuchsia dress with generously powdered glitter and blaring, familiar music danced to by relatives you weren't even aware were relatives are trademarks of the traditional rite of passage into adulthood in my culture and one I never had the pleasure to experience due to my family's financial situation at that time. Still, my own stride into coming of age was too one with renowned garb, although much less garish. Familiar music playing in the background and only my immediate family sat close to the stage in awe to watch me. Graduating from my esteemed high school, Design and Architecture Senior High (DASH), was the omega to the alpha of my future. That experience both humbled me and triggered the tenacity in me to…
I began to understand and accept the Dominican culture. I feel as if I grew closer to my family during the trip. Finally, I became a better person after coming back from the Dominican Republic. My trip to the Dominican Republic was a life-changing experience for me.…
In Costa Rica, I was a foreigner for the first time in my life, and I learned that it is scary to be an outsider. I knew a limited amount of Spanish so I felt overwhelmed when I had to speak to any of the natives. I gained empathy for everyone who has the courage to visit another country. I learned that it is really important to find locals who are helpful and kind, since it is super easy to get lost in a foreign country, especially when you can’t read any of the signs. It felt empowering to be able to find my way through a country that was completely new to me.…
This March, my family and I took a trip to Mexico for vacation. We did many fun things down there such as; parasailing, went on a boat for a day trip, sail boating, went swimming in the ocean, buggy board, sand volleyball, swam in the pool, walked the beach at night, got henna tattoos, a dread in our hair and went to the club with my brother and Emerson. The sand on my feet, the crashing of the waves, people swimming in the ocean, the smell of sunscreen and the wonderful taste of my flamingo drink; Mexico is my kind of place to be. But the first day in particular sticks out to me the most, the day we went parasailing and sail boating. Waking up in the morning in your soft hotel comforter, gives you a great feeling.…
I am half white and half Hispanic; light skinned with brown eyes and dark hair. This disparity is exacerbated by my very Hispanic name, Reyes Lucero, and my very “white” upbringing. My family didn’t make beans and enchiladas for dinner; they made tofu stir-fry. As a result, it was difficult to connect with people, I was too different. People assume from my name that I come from a very traditional New Mexican family, but my parents are anything but traditional.…
Unlike my parents, my siblings and I were born and raised in America. Both my parents were born in Mexico; however my grandparents came from Mexican decedent, fled the Mexican American Civil War, and were born in America in the 1920’s. Having their strong family ties and connection to Mexico they choose to return to Mexico and identify with the Mexican culture to raise their family. My parents settled in a geographical area in Houston East End, where most families were descendants of Mexican American families. The East End is now historically known one of Houston’s oldest Hispanic neighborhoods.…
However, I never thought that a life lesson was coming my way. Arriving to Mexico I felt a sense of amusement and joy since I knew that an adventure was ahead of me. I meet plenty of family members that I’ve only heard of, but never physically seen. Meeting my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins etc. was amazing, but I was most excited about truly knowing how Mexico flows and how the lives differ to those in the United States. As days passed by I noticed how teenagers were different, people are happy and are very close to each other.…
Where I was waving “Adios” to my mother, the others were waving “Goodbye” to their parents. Torn between two worlds is what I thought I would always be. As a Mexican-American I believed that I would never be fully Mexican or American. I believed that I would never really fit into one specific group and would be target of exclusion all my life.…
Nobody really likes to move out of the country. At least I don 't. My parents were born in Mexico. They migrated to the united states. They moved to Stanford California.…
Early this year, to be exact in the last week of January, happened a tragedy to me. This event marked me because it never had happened to me something similar until then. That is why it was more impacting on me than it probably had to be. People have to learn lessons from experiences either good or bad, and I did learned something after the stealing of my purse that I used to carry when I go to Cd. Juarez.…
Then we started walking around the area and buying little treats and I spoke spanish but they called things different then the word i knew for them like hot chocolate was not what I intended it to be and it was just chocolate but if you wanted a chocolate bar that would be caramel and it was just a little confusing but tasted great. Also 1$ U.S is 6 Bolivares, So we were balling in this country, and the candy was like 20 cents each so yeah different but great.…