Personal Narrative

My summer was completely over. I love my grandma and everything, but she had just ruined what I had been looking forward to the ENTIRE year.
Every summer I go to Mexico, to visit my father, Luis. We do something different every year. Whether it’s going to the beach or driving a tractor, I always have fun. This summer, my brother, Edel, my father, and I was supposed to stay up in some tremendous mountains, go hiking, swimming in some breath-taking waterfalls and go zip lining on one of the world's most enormous ziplines. I was super excited. On the other hand, Edel was not as eager as I was to potentially die. First of all, it was a super safe zip line, but also had wagers that said if you were harmed they were not responsible. SOO, he had

a tiny point. There were still like hundreds of human beings that experienced something that not everyone gets the chance to do. My dad had already gone on once, how much harder is it going on a second time?
Mexico can be REALLY different from the United States. It reminds me of a cluttered bedroom, trash in places you didn’t even realize, rules you should follow, but no one does. There is also A LOT of crime and political corruption. A transit can be bribed with just $10.That’s just Ciudad Juárez. If you take all the bad things away, it really is a beautiful place.
That morning, we were supposed to leave at 4:00 am. We ended up leaving my grandma’s house around 7:00 in the morning which backtracked us, but we thought we had all the time in the world. I had been urging my dad to go to my grandpa’s house, practically the first minute I saw him. I do fun things like go downtown or go-karting with my brother and father in Ciudad Juarez, but I would so much rather be riding a horse or driving my dad’s truck. We woke up, ate breakfast and got on our way. We always stop by a gas station before we leave, so I got the usual, a blue Powerade and pack of gum. It took us about 2 hours to get to Cuauhtemoc, Mexico. Cuauhtemoc is a little smaller than Sioux Falls and not as interesting. My grandpa has a house in this tiny city and his farmhouse, so we went and visited him before heading out to the country.
“ How are have you been?” greeted my grandfather.
“Great, how about you? “ I asked while hugging him.
“ Good,” answered my grandfather.

“We’re just about to eat,” my grandpa explained, “please sit down and join us.”
“Okay,” I stated
I don’t have anything against my grandpa’s wife, except for the fact that she literally has to put at least one pepper in everything she makes. I HATE spicy food. My family may be Mexican, but I can’t stand anything that makes my tongue burn. Nearly every time that my family’s friends make food of some sort, I usually leave starving for this reason. The point is that I ate spicy food to show respect to my grandfather’s wife, but threw a little less than half away when no one was looking. I was trying to be polite instead of saying no.
After we ate, we drove to my grandpa’s farmhouse. On the way there, we stopped to see some relatives and family friends.We dropped off our luggage once we got there and went out to eat with a friend of my dad’s. We then ate some super savory hot dogs to end the night.
We got to the farmhouse and admired the stars. It truly is a breathtaking sight. It’s almost as if you took a black canvas and painted delicate white dots, some tiny, some huge. I wish I could catch a glimpse of them every once in awhile.
“Do you miss that boring city that you adore so much?” asked my

dad.
“Not a bit,” I gladly replied
“But I do miss my dog,” I smirked
“Sometimes I feel like you love Manchitas more than me sometimes,” he joked.
After sneaking a last peak at the stars, I went to sleep. The next morning was one that I probably won’t ever forget.
I woke up, wondering what time it was. The first thing I did was go outside, and remark the beautiful scenery. Hundreds of trees were poking out sky-high mountains along with dangerous animals that could kill me with a bite living in their soil to the left and chickens to the right. There are literally chickens roaming the dirt roads in packs. It’s hilarious when you try to chase them and they all run for their lives, clucking the entire time. I went back inside to take a shower, just as my dad came back. He told me to get dressed and grab everything because we had to go. I immediately started wondering What the heck is going on? I didn’t even get a chance to get some actual pants on before I had to get in the truck. My grandfather