I have experienced “culture shock” when I went to Oaxaca for the second time. The first time I went to Oaxaca, I was about 2 years old so I don’t remember anything but the second time I went was when I was about 11 years old. My parents gathered enough money to go back and visit my dad’s old town to visit my grandparents. I was super excited I packed clothing, Tamagotchis, training bras and my wild rhino sneakers. We took a plane at LA to Oaxaca, Mexico and it was going to be a 4 hour trip. Like I said I went to Mexico once but don’t remember anything so I started imagining what is was like. As we got there we got our stuff and waited for our ride. My dad told us that my cousin was going to pick us and I imagined a limo or something but instead my cousin came in a truck with only two seats. It was the four of us plus her. So my cousin and my little brother in the truck and my parents and I in the back on the trunk in the open. On my way to my grandparents’ house, I saw kids my age working, cleaning cars, on the back of the cars, and herding some animals. I was so shocked to see some of those
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They asked my parents if they wanted to sell animals with them at the market. They agreed and took my brother and I along. My cousin caught chickens tied them by the feet and the put chickens onto my shoulders.( Don’t worry they were alive.) I was ordered to yell out “POLLOS por 60 pecos” and less that 15 min I sold all of my chicken. I felt so sad that they were gone. The next day, I had to sell Alfalfa and tortillas at the same market with my cousin. After a week at my grandparents, I felt homesick and confused. I ask my parents questions about the kids I saw earlier and they just told me it is how it is here because of it’s the culture. I never understood what that meant until I was 12 yrs old. Every country is different and every country has different lifestyle along with different
They asked my parents if they wanted to sell animals with them at the market. They agreed and took my brother and I along. My cousin caught chickens tied them by the feet and the put chickens onto my shoulders.( Don’t worry they were alive.) I was ordered to yell out “POLLOS por 60 pecos” and less that 15 min I sold all of my chicken. I felt so sad that they were gone. The next day, I had to sell Alfalfa and tortillas at the same market with my cousin. After a week at my grandparents, I felt homesick and confused. I ask my parents questions about the kids I saw earlier and they just told me it is how it is here because of it’s the culture. I never understood what that meant until I was 12 yrs old. Every country is different and every country has different lifestyle along with different