Personal Narrative-My Trip To Mexico

My Trip to Mexico

Whether it was the summer before or after my 3rd grade year I cannot remember. Some of my family and I were going to Mexico. The ones going were my dad, uncle Joel, my younger cousins (Esther and Isaac), my aunt (Sarah), my older sisters (Rebekah and Deliah), my grandparents (Papaw and Mamaw), and I. We were going to a village in Mexico called Samachicei to help my grandma’s cousin (Wes) and his wife (Julie), who are missionaries translating the Bible into the native language of the Tarahumara indians.

We flew in to Chihuaua; at the airport there were guards in camo with Ak-47s. At the time I thought they were intimidating. We eventually arrived at Wes and Julie’s house, after a long drive. The house was among some mountains.

The boys’ outhouse was old, wooden, and rife with an atrocious stench.. The girls’ outhouse was white and metal. There was a gap between the walls and the ground in the girls’ outhouse so one time a chicken walked right into the outhouse and ominously close to my sister who was in the outhouse. She pushed it out with her foot.

There were two boys that lived nearby. Their names were Juan and Ernesto. With the exception of Wes and Julie, we couldn’t speak very much Spanish. However, we could still communicate with them a little bit. We played baseball with them. We used a broomstick as a bat and rocks as bases. At first, we used a small apple as a baseball; but then, my dad rolled up a glove or two so that we’d have a bigger “ball”. When they came over we would give them cookies and water, or “galletas” and “agua”.

We were in Samachicei for around a week or two. During our time there we helped improve a corn crib (a building they stored corn in). We made a new door for it, as well as a few other things. Also, at some point during the trip we drove to some hot springs. The ride to the hot springs was very uncomfortable (some of us rode in the back of a truck). This trip made me realize what a luxury running water