Personal Narrative: My Trip To Mexico, California

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It was a vacation tip my parents where planning for about two or three months. I would just hear them talk about how the weather was going to be nice, see long time family members, see a different atmosphere, and enjoy eat a lot of food. Everything seems like a perfected vacation. I thought we were going to go to Houston Texas, or San Francisco California. I was completely wrong we were going to Mexico! I could not believe it Mexico. I asked my parents why there? Did they not love their children or were they extremely crazy. Well I am a person that loves to watch the news, and Mexico was not the safest place to be at. Regardless of the state you visited, no matter where you are in Mexico this country is dangerous. The boarder states are …show more content…
I still felt secure because I was just a few miles away from my country (USA). Once my dad started to drive to our destination, I felt like I am in a movie of terror. Looking everywhere to see where the monster or killer would come after me. I did not let my little sister speak no English, because I was afraid that they would get kidnap, and since we are Americans in Mexico they have the aspect that money grows on tress. Driving eight hours seemed like eight days. They good thing was that it was very sunny and we made to Durango, Durango. Once there I felt safer. I was familiar with atmosphere there. I also have a lot of family there so I made it a lot easier for me. After the second day being my stress and my shoulders …show more content…
Two whole weeks that was getting dress up and out to have fun from five in the afternoon to four or five in the morning. I got very united to my parents are we had out downs. I also forgave and forgot problems that I have with old family members. I was having a time of my life that I forgot about all the dangers that occurred in Mexico. My dad did tell me we were are not involved in absolutely nothing illegal or our past generation either. I had eaten so much food like tacos, Mexican style hamburgers, tamales, and a lot more. It was two days before New Year’s Eve, and I could not believe that none on my jeans fit me. I was blaming the alcohol, because I was drinking every night. I would not let go of the Tequila and margaritas. The one to blame was all the food that I was eating too. I celebrated Christmas and New Year’s like never before! January 2nd came, and all my disappointments came along. This day was the last day of my vacation in Durango, Durango. Two weeks went by fast it few by. I never thought to say that this vacation was the best one so far in my life. I met so much people, hanged out with many, and lived a journey that I will always remember. Coming back to USA was sad. My trip back to the states was sad. I would look at the sky, and memories of those two weeks that I live. Once I got to Presidio, Texas I was back to reality. My vacation was

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