An exciting and unpredictable trip is something I try to do every month by making time for a getaway. Sometimes I have the time and sometimes I do not. When I do, I search for a new location to go visit. This time the dart had landed on Mexico. I was so excited to finally be free and start my vacation, but something about this trip just felt different, Mexico felt like my home country, the Dominican Republic. I was sure I had just flown to Mexico. Sometimes I forget how important it is to escape and have time to reflect, so I was ready for my time off to get away from my every day busy life. During my trip, I noticed that a lot of the community around where I stayed were not up to date with the modern-day style; Everything was stuck in the …show more content…
It felt like I had just travelled to The Dominican Republic instead of Mexico. The roads looked the same, some were paved but the majority underdeveloped roads. Their native language is Spanish, and considering that Spanish is my first language I felt like there was not going to be any issues getting around and asking for directions. The food was also similar. Although it is prepared and served differently, it tasted just as delicious. These things made me realize how much I missed being around people of similar backgrounds and ethnicity. It made me feel welcomed having so much in …show more content…
Everyone lived in what looked like huts to me. The room where I stayed was big enough for a twin size bed and a dresser. It did not have an air conditioner, just an old basic ceiling fan with no light switch. Not to mention there was no WIFI whatsoever in Mexico. All these are things I take for granted in the United States. The food was not over the top either. For breakfast, I went a small corner shop where they served a cheese sandwich with coffee or juice. For lunch, it was rice and beans with a choice of meat and a side of tortillas. The menu only consisted of breakfast and lunch. Any car that I saw was old school, but it worked and got them from point A to B. These people seemed to be less fortunate than me, but why did they all seem to be happy?. It reminded me that I used to live a similar life growing up in The Dominican. I realized I should be more appreciative for living in a house with all the amenities and how different my life is
Imagine leaving everything you have ever known for your whole life behind. Your family, your friends, the comfort of having something familiar, all gone. All for a dangerous journey to get to a foreign place, having a fear that you might not have a chance of making it. Many people endure this expedition like Enrique in search for a better life. Sonia Nazario has done an outstanding job with Enrique’s Journey, making you feel as though you are on this journey with Enrique, making this trek from Honduras to the U.S. I find it to be a rare occasion if I can make it through the first page of a nonfiction book without waking up an hour later and finding it on the floor. This book, however, almost feels as though it should be a fiction novel. I found it so hard to put down, that even
There is this teenage girl name Leah who lived in New York, she was ending her first year of high school as a freshman at Flushing High School. On the last month of classes around June she was hanging around with her best friend Henry. After class, they would hang out together and go to the city to explore and waste time, but there was one thing Leah had to tell Henry, her family had to move to Mexico because her parents thought that they will have a better life. So Leah had to leave with them. She told Henry about her moving with her family to Mexico, so they decided to go out to places before she left. They went out to the theatres, walked around the city, and get something to eat like Burger Kings or McDonalds. It was soon Leah had to leave,
I got to experience living in two different places. They were both very different but, at the same time they had some things in common. I got the privilege of living in Mexico for about three years which was when I was five and once I turn seven I moved back to the United States where I had to repeat first grade. Living in Mexico and living in the United States was great but, the value of money, the language,and the weather were some of the situations that could be easily compared and contrast.
I always live as a Guatemalan for the last 15 years, it was hard when I had to move from my country to another that was very different than mine and find out that in this new country is a different languages and different cultures. Maybe for the first time that I was walking to the school, I feel like I was in Guatemala people with the same skin color as me, but when I heard them talked I heard a new word, different accents and I realized that everything was chance.
Stepping out of my first plane ride, I experience an epiphany of new culture, which seems to me as a whole new world. Buzzing around my ears are conversations in an unfamiliar language that intrigues me. It then struck me that after twenty hours of a seemingly perpetual plane ride that I finally arrived in The United States of America, a country full of new opportunities. It was this moment that I realized how diverse and big this world is. This is the story of my new life in America.
...rs emigrating from Mexico may now pass those beliefs of strong relationships in all aspects of their lives onto their offspring and help create a similar attitude in the Mexican-American people.
I felt like I was in this big messy bowl of guacamole. When you are in this big mix-up you are looked upon like a “gringo” in Mexico and like a “beaner” in America. This only makes it more difficult. The older I grew the harder it became. I would get closer to the Mexican culture as I was also getting closer to the
This paper will discuss chronic stress in newly qualified nurses and doctors. It is imperative healthcare professionals caring for patients are able to first care for themselves. The physiology and psychology of stress will be explored, and non-pharmacological treatment under the biopsychosocial framework (Engel, 1977), using the Transactional Model of Stress (Lazarus, 1966), as it is most appropriate to chronic stress. Several acutely stressful situations lead to chronic stress and its associated complications. Chronic stress is complex and can be psychologically and physically incapacitating. It is linked with multiple health problems impacting upon quality of life (Alvord et al., 2015).
This source was written by Ruth Lo, who is affiliated with the School of Nursing and Health Care Practices, Southern Cross University. This study examined the stress levels among college nursing students. The study revealed the high level of stress the students felt they had. It explained different ways, both beneficial and detrimental, the participants chose to deal with their stress. Different sources of stress were mentioned. Another major topic was how the participants successfully decreased their perceived stress levels. This was discussed in various categories such as: studies, family, and personal. The author compared the results received over several years of testing and explained the differences between the years. They then drew conclusions from their study about the true impact of stress on the college students. This study will be used to provide
The life in Cancun isn’t just like you see it when you go for a vacation to a hotel or a resort. When you go to Cancun, it is the most beautiful place ever, as soon as you get down from the plane, you look around and you are surrounded by trees, and you can even hear the waves in the ocean. You have the people from the resort waiting for you in a big van and they grab your bags and take to wherever your resort is. On the way there, it’s just so beautiful and everyone is so friendly, and there is a lot of Americans down there as well.
Its was the nice sunny the day Mr Diaz yelled at Gabriel. Gabriel was so mad and upset that he left and took Fransisco with him. They stole a car and left, heading towards Santa Maria. Gabriel and Fransisco had just received their approval letter to be in America legally. Gabriel was so excited he told Fransisco "I cant believe we got approved!"
Before the trip I had no personal experience with Spanish culture and never been outside of the country, although I always wished to. When the opportunity presented itself, I did not hesitate. However, I must admit that I was nervous to travel to another country which has different languages, dietary habits, backgrounds, and been portrayed by the media as dangerous. I have always considered myself as culturally competent, meaning I always seek to learn
Discussing these thoughts with my group members helped me learn about new cultures and helped them out as well. One of the ladies in my group spoke about herself, because she was from Puerto Rico. She had a lot to say about the cultures. She also experienced culture shock due to the climate and the individualistic life in America. She said that the weather in Puerto Rico was tropical and i...
So for the next two weeks I was going to be traveling a foreign country with no knowledge of the home language. This idea was a bit nerve racking but then it was exciting at the same time. As the days went on we began to do some traveling to nearby towns and locations. What I discovered in this border crossing experience was the difference in the neighborhoods and overall feeling in the atmosphere compared to our busy streets in America. Towns were smaller and less modern that I was so accustomed to back home. Streets were narrow and buildings seemed to be stacked on top of each other rather than spread out as much as possible. There was an absence of retail stores and fast food chains that lined every street corner. Yet, it was more peaceful and relaxing. The stores were small local businesses and there were more residences in apartments than there were suburbs. It was quiet, besides the few sounds of cars driving by, unlike the bust streets that make up cities in America. It was a culture that focused not only on tradition, but one that kept focus on the environment as
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