He opened a lot of eyes. He made many people who are from mexico to feel a lot comfortable about being Mexican in the United States. Making my parents one of them, they stand proud for many years. Encouraging others to be proud of their culture. Gonzalez allowed them and many others to have a
As hispanics we like to celebrate a lot, we celebrate some of the same holidays as other cultures. During Christmas time we make posadas which is half religious and half celebrating , we recreate Mary and Joseph’s pilgrimage to Bethlehem .When we finish with that part we start with the party half which we celebrate with food and piñatas. As Hispanics we really do believe in traditions, during christmas time we like to make big parties all our family and friends get together to celebrate we make some traditional food like tamales, punch ,buñuelos and many other food .
I heard my mom talking to my dad. He tells her, “voy a ir para el norte(US) con un coyote(a person who brings people to the US illegally) que cobra barato,” I see her hugging him really tight. My dad comes to my sister and I and tells us that he will be back later, to not worry because he’s just going to see how “el norte” is, then might take us there later. My sister, my mom, and I understood why he wanted to go to The United States, he wants a better life for us.
We had to go to a special place that everyone went so they could perfectly see the fireworks shooting over the castle. When it finally got dark the fireworks started, and we watched them shoot bright and boldly over the castle lighting up the entire sky like the 4th of July. The fireworks boomed so loudly it was like someone hitting a drum right by your ear. The big booming fireworks lit up your eyes so bright with many fetching lights. After we watched the fireworks it was late, so it was time to go back to the villa so we could do more fun stuff the next day.
The tolls are not all like the ones you see when you’re driving to Kansas City. The toll can be any corrupt cop or someone that owns territory like gang members. When people visit Mexico they only talk about the good parts and not the sketchy parts. There’s a ton of corrupt police in Mexico who pull over people from the other side(United States) just to make a quick buck. Hauling a load of stuff doesn’t make it any better, depending on how much you bring depends how much you pay the cop to keep him off you.
In my life ive had lots of memorable events , but the most unforgettable one was my graduation trip to Cancun Mexico. when I first found out I was going to this trip I thought it would be so easy as in just get up and go, but no this trip took tons of planing, the most important part of this trip was getting my passport that took about five weeks to arrive, once I received my passport then I was able to start booking my flight, that's when the excitement started,then I booked my hotel. I took care of all the important things then I started looking into placing and things I would be visiting such as beaches,water parks, entertainment shows,shopping centers,restaurants,etc The day arrived off we go to Cancun my boyfriend,friends and I, We got to the airport early that morning went thought security then we grabbed are tickets found are gate number then took a sit while we wait for the plane
It was the final day of the trip my seventh Birthday the first thing that happened was when my parents told me that they were getting married I was so excited as well as shocked. Then my parents gave me a Brett Favre number four Vikings jersey it was awesome and even better my step dad got a matching
When my mom asked me to take care of my 4-H goat, Clover by myself one day, I told her I would. I mainly did it to help out; it was the least I could do. I was thrilled about taking on a new responsibility and her trusting me with it, but I was also nervous that something may go wrong. However, that Saturday morning when I walked up to the pen, I knew it was a mistake. I wasn't excited at all anymore.
June 20, 2002 was when I was born in Xalisco Tepic, Nayarit. In the arms of my mother and father, during my life in Mexico I was 1 at the time my birthday was coming up and my parents planned ahead. My parents invited all our friends and family and invited the whole people, it was a huge party that was planned. That night when the party was over and everyone was asleep, my parents have argued and decided to leave my home country and move north to California. As time passed and everything was planned, my moms friend helped us cross to the U.S for a better life and fortune for us and for me and my future.
A man greeted us with three missing fingers and hands stained lead grey. He instructed our group in the lesson. I was too young to take part in the experience, so I just watched the “older” people in my family attempt to make glass that would e nothing compared to the amazing artists whom we saw before. By the time we had finished and taken a water taxi home, it was night time. From our long walking day and glass experience, we were all starving.
What caught my attention when I first walked into the auditorium was all the bright colors and the cheerful music playing in the background. The US couldn’t be any more different in the way that we celebrate the lives of our loves ones. Typically, mourning in the US is associated with dark colors and sadness. We don’t have a holiday that really celebrates our passed ancestors or loved ones the way that Mexico and Latin American counties do. Going to this exhibit really helped me see the difference in Dia De Los Muertos and the United State’s Halloween.
When it comes to the Hispanic’s quinceanera I do know something things about it and then there are some things that I have learn by attending one of a close friend. I already know that a quinceanera is their version of the American “Sweet Sixteen”. I was already aware that they celebrate it by having a party with friends and family. I know that Hispanics are big on family and that a big milestone is a reason to celebrate it.
I had an amazing time at my first Georgia Southern game. The field and stadium looked absolutely beautiful. You could tell that the new
Getting to the museum was difficult because it was hard to find them. My husband and I decided to park our car, walk, and just ask someone for directions. We walked around Main Street and looked at all the things local vendors were selling in the street. They had clothing, food, shoes, purses, and other nick knacks, that represented our Mexican culture. There were many vendors dressed in red, white, and green and were very friendly, some even spoke English.
She also stated, “everything you find in Mexico, you can find here. In fact, over 90% of the things here are made in Mexico, which makes this place little Mexico.” I also asked a Olvera Street tour guy who was sitting inside Avila Adobe, that what made this place common in the hispanic community. He responded, “Olvera street has become part of all hispanics culture, not only mexicans. Hispanic from all countries can identify themselves here because everyone has a lot in common.”