Personal Narrative: Travel To Mexico

Imagine entering a new country where you cannot understand the native language but you convince yourself that you understand what they are saying to try and fit in. Where the sun feels hotter than ever before and the sunset peaks between the mountains every morning. You wake up to a somewhat foreign language every morning telling you to get up to have breakfast even though its 7 am in the morning. This is what it's like to travel over to Mexico for a week.
When we exited the airplane everything was well established as what I expected. The first thing I realized when I got off the plane was the smell of Mexico, I couldn’t tell if it was from the pollution in the air or if it was still for the plane but the smell was rather forgettable. When

I do not remember completely who they were but they treated me like family. The car ride to my great grandparents was one of the worst car rides I had ever been on, we had to stuff the car with all of our luggage and us in a retro van from the 80’s. Even though the time there was about 11pm the streets were empty and they kept getting more and more deserted the farther away we drove away from the airport. The only thing I remembered that reminded me of home was the radio station which played a song in english every other five songs. I did not realized that I still had to configure my phone over to international which was a hassle having inches of arm room trying not to disturb

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