Personal Narrative: My Understanding Of My Hispanic Culture

It was six A.M. and we were all dragging ourselves to get up from the bed. The family and I were heading for Mexico and the plane was to leave at 8:30 a.m. We had packed earlier that week. I was anxious mostly because my father would continuously talk about the dangers of the streets and people. The time though would arrive when we would all aboard the plane to fly to Guadalajara, Mexico. After a five hour delay and a two-hour flight, we finally touched down in Mexico. While in the country, we traveled to stores and outside restaurants. There were many people who I interacted with and got the chance to talk to. Throughout my this journey I would learn and experience many things that expands my knowledge and understanding of my Hispanic culture. The first day we touched down the first day of my journey. The first day was one in the morning and was chaotic. There were people everywhere and some home lights were even still on. I could see just how much my origins are different to what I'm used to with my American …show more content…
My journey began as soon as I stepped out of the airport. While getting to see how similar the houses were structurally but were all unique from their color, I learned how my Hispanic culture includes being humble about themselves, what they own, and their lives in general. Getting out into the streets and being able to see everyone's shops and restaurants was amazing. After that experience, I learned that my culture relies on the community to work together to support each other. I then met my relatives that I haven't even gotten to meet. I learned at that moment that my Hispanic culture truly revolves around loving and having family to share experiences with even through the toughest times. After doing all of those things and learning so much, i would not mind having to wake up at six in the morning to do it