Going back to Mexico after ten years is a little crazy but it was worth the ride. I will always recognize Mexico as my home but America as a special place in my heart. As soon as people find out you have a trip planned to go to Mexico, all your relatives are wanting to send a package to their family down south and so that means you can’t pack that extra luggage of shoes you want to take. The minivan is all packed and ready for takeoff. Then comes the morning of the trip, having to wake up at dawn with everyone looking like zombies carrying cell phones, pillows, blankets, and car chargers down stairs into the van, ready to go. Eight hours into the trip we have all slept, played Uno, read a couple chapters of our favorite books, and are already …show more content…
asking “Are we there yet?” I think we have all played “I spy with my little eye. something green!” and the only thing green was trees or grass so that game ended quickly and we have all counted all red or white cars on those long roads that seems to never end. Reading all license plates of the passing cars is always entertaining to me, it’s like no matter where you’re from, were all headed the same way. As we pass Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, and finally the great Lone star state; Texas, of course we’re all happy but still have a good amount of road left. Then finally! Oh happy day, we have arrived in Linares, Nuevo Leon, Mexico. The border was smooth sailing, the only questions we got were simple, why are we going, how long we plan to stay, and what part we were going to. Reuniting with family was great and meeting new family was even better because the last time I was in Mexico I was 8/9 so that’s almost 10 years, it’s great to see how much can change and how much my family has grown. The food is always different then the food here, the meat is fresh and tender, the eggs are fresh, the water even has a taste to it but that goes to show how different things are not just in Mexico but all around the world. The chickens aren’t being pumped with steroids, and the ham isn’t sitting the preservatives, so I wasn’t surprised when I got an upset stomach. For some reason no matter how much we try to blend in, people can always tell when you are not from there. Especially with all drug cartels and gangs just waiting for something to happen so they can attack, it’s a little scary but my uncle told us “Don’t draw attention to yourself or get involved with them and they’ll leave you alone, Don’t mess with them and they won’t mess with you.” But for the most part we went out to the city which was like a 40 minuet drive; it was amazing to see how the people of the city lived so different from the people of the country. I remember the day my dad bought me my first pair of Mexican shoes, can you believe they still fit? I got them when I was 8! Saying our goodbyes was the hardest part because even though we knew we were going to see each other again, maybe in a few months, five years, or even ten years; you just never know what could happen, and being so far away from each other was difficult.
Now going through border control to get back home was the slow part, they had to check birth certificates, check the car for drugs (which we obviously had nothing, but it was routine.) and asking if everyone in the car was a U.S Citizen. I was so glad to see red, white, and blue waving so beautifully in the air. I felt safe again, not that parents weren’t going to protect me in Mexico if something happened, but just knowing that there are people in America here to protect me, it’s comforting. We do have family in Brownsville, Texas so while we were cruising by we decided to stop by stay the night. We talked all day long about our wonderful time in Linares and made some very good enchiladas. But we couldn’t stay too long so we packed up and headed on home to the Sunshine State, we had no idea that are loved ones had planned a surprise Welcome Home party, it was an amazing way to end our summer. Defiantly one to remember. Mexico is a home to me but I have learned to value America and all she offers, although this was a family trip it has changed my life for the better because I now value all the little things I didn’t see before and it’s amazing how many things we take for granted. My favorite part was visiting my family, remembering all our old memories and creating new ones. I dream on the day I can go back to
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Being a Hispanic have impacted all my entire life; I lived 15 years of my life in Mexico I love being there because most part of my family live in Nuevo Laredo, I was cursing my last months of 8th grade and one day my mom told me that she was thinking about send me here to the U.S to start learn English; since I’m a U.S citizen and I didn't know the language of my country, I accepted. The most hard prove was live without having my mom at my side, since I live with my aunt now; when the days passed here in the U.S I started to depressed myself because I missed so much my house and all my family, one day in the middle of the night I call my mom crying and I told her that I really want go back to Mexico, but she didn’t take into account my desire my mom just explained me that it will be the best for my future and with the time I will be thankful with her for don’t let me go back. My mom, and my grandmother are the ones who motivates me to be a better student. Actually I’m in dual enrollment and I have taken AP classes; sometimes is hard for me talk, read or write in another language that the one I was accustomed but, every time I fail I get up and persist until I’m able to do what I want.
I roll my r’s with pride and that pride carries me through my journey of being a first generation Mexican-American. I was born and raised in the town of Salinas, also referred to as the “salad bowl”. Beaming in culture, Salinas also possesses a dark side due to gang violence soliciting each young member of my town. Immigrating to the United States, my parents’ initial priority was to find a job rather than an education in order to survive and keep me away from the darker Salinas. To make sure of this, my parents always encouraged me to try my best in school and make it my main focus. At a young age I began to notice disadvantages I had including the lack of resources at school. Realizing we only had 5 books for about 30 students, I felt unmotivated
Growing up in a Mexican-American family can be very fun and crazy. Having two different perspectives on two different cultures almost daily really shapes you to become a certain way as you grow up, which is what happened to me. Ever since I was about three months old I have been taking trips to my parents home town for a month time each time we have gone. Practically growing up in both Mexico and the United States for six years has really helped me understand my cultural background and the different parts of my whole culture, such as the food, heritage, language and culture.
In conclusion, for many, Mexico is simply a country on a map. Even becoming a place that they wish to keep from and forget. For others like me, however; it was a place that hasn’t only reconnected me with my culture, but a home where I had the good fortune of reuniting me with my loved ones. Also, having had helped me come to terms with myself, my trip allowed me to find myself and recover what I had left
I remember the first time I came to America; I was 10 years old. Everything was exciting! From getting into an airplane, to viewing magnificent, huge buildings from a bird’s eye view in the plane. It was truly memorable. After staying few days at my mother’s house, my father and I wanted to see what Dallas looks like. But because my mother was working the whole day, it wasn’t convenient for her to show us the area except only on Sundays. Finally, we went out to the nearby mall with my mother. My father and I were astonished after looking at a variety of stores. But after looking at different stores, we were finally tired and hungry, so we went into McDonald’s. Not being familiar with fast food restaurants, we were curious to try American
We moved for different reasons, one was a better education. In the United States the schools offer a lot of opportunities, such us different degrees, financial aid, scholarships, and more. I think that is a great opportunity for my brothers and me study here because, we are going to receive an excellent education. In Mexico we don’t have these opportunities; if students want to be in an exemplary school, they have to pay a lot of money. Another reason that we moved was that my parents found better jobs. In the United States the economy is better than Mexico, so they thought that maybe this change could benefit us.
I am an chinese and mexican american. You might think those are the best mixes of race you can get but you are truly wrong? Growing up in a small farm town in the outskirts of San Diego I truly wish I was white like the rest of the kids at my school. For the hardships I have faced with race discrimination I am truly ashamed of being the color and human genetics I have.
I would go to Mexico because I've been there many a time before and I really like it there. I would fly there on delta airlines because my grandpa was a pilot and my dad gets to fly on stand by that mean he gets to fly for really cheap. I would go to ocean Coral and turquesa because I've been there 3 time and it is super fun. It is an all expenses paid hotel so I don't need any money because you already paid for every thing. If I left the hotel I would go to Chichén Itzá, Yucatan, Mexico which is 2 hours and 15 mins away from the hotel but it is worth it you can pay 64 dollars each person for a exclusive person viewing. The chichen itza is a beautiful pyramid that a lot of people go to see. After we got back from the pyramid we would come back to the hotel and do all sorts of Things like scuba diving, swim with sharks, go look at the corral reefs around
I was born into a home, to parents who fostered a deep appreciation for culture, not just my own but all cultures. They taught me that every people and ethnicity contributes something beautiful to the human experience through their music, wisdom, humor, food, architecture, knowledge, and humanity. Perhaps their love of all cultures made me appreciate my own so profoundly. I am of Mexican-American heritage, and I carry with me the values of a proud, gentle, hard-working, passionate people.
When I was younger I would constantly pester my mom about what her life was like in Mexico. From what her life was like to what animals they had on the farm; I was always curious. As I grew older I asked questions less and less, thinking I would never get a chance to see the place my mom had once called home. Neither of us ever thought she’d return after coming to America in hopes of better opportunities nearly two decades ago. Despite how I felt at the time, I am glad to have had the chance to visit Mexico.
...ambition, and this was all given to me by this country that took me out of my mental prison, and released my chains so that I could strive to become a successful and educated human being. However, I cannot forget my deep love for my motherland Colombia, because I still have great memories from there. It gave me my birth, my culture, my first desire to become more; plus, my first home also gave me an initial sense of love and commitment. I love Colombia, and I will go back if and when it changes, but for now I proudly will remain here in America, my second home, a home with a better roof and better opportunities. Because of America, I will do what I always wanted to do: I will graduate college and become a successful individual who can contribute to American society and eventually help people in my homeland understand how freedom enriches life. Thank you, America.
Do you know who had a really crazy summer vacation? I did! Everyone should take a family vacation to another Country. The exploration of a different culture makes for life long memories. Last summer, after months of planning our family trip to Mexico the day had arrived. The morning was already hot and I was pacing all around the house double checking that I had packed all the necessities for the week long stay. It was time to load up our belongings and hit the road for a 14 hour drive. Knowing that this drive was going to be so long, I stocked up on dvds and snacks for the 3 little ones to keep them entertained in between their nap sessions.
He knew everyone there even though he no longer lives in mexico the neighbors still remember him throughout the years. We walked down the dusty streets that had no cement but stone pathways that always gave us a rollercoaster ride in the car whenever we drove. I smelled the air this time and it smelled way different from when we first got here, it smelled dry and hot like nothing I had experienced before up here with the hot humid air. The streets were filled with children walking and playing outside their fence out houses and food vendors selling fresh food. By the end of the week I found out that the lifestyle there is very simple everything is locally owned, you grow your own food, everyone is very independent in their own way. It was one of my favorite trips I had ever been on and I hope to go back
I was able to spend a lot of time with my family, our friends, and play all sorts of games. This experience made me start to like traveling. Every time I would get the chance to travel, I will take that chance. We were able to go to a theme park, eat many delicious foods, and play many video
Mexico, Oaxaca the two words that come to my mind. I was seven years old, when I over heard my parents talking at the dining table. Conversating about going to Mexico with the family. I crawl slowly tours them from the hall way and jump " we going to Mexico!! ' my heart beating faster then a race car. I never been to Mexico, especially Oaxaca. I 've only have heard storys of my parents home land and seen