Being American and Mexican, simultaneously, is harder than it seems. I had been living in the U.S,for ten years and for the first time, I was going to visit San Luis Potosi, Mexico, which is where my family lives. My mother always said that Mexico is known for being a poor country, even so I still didn’t imagine it would be any different from the U.S. At this point, I was arriving, taxis everywhere, people shouting to find their arriving families, it smelled like Mexican food, it was a familiar smell, like if it was something I was waiting to feel. Everyone looked like they just got a tan. There was small poor looking stores everywhere. In any case, I started to meet my family members. They were all so nice and the same time so curious.
