Personal Narrative: My First Time In El Salvador

The first time that I interact with people whose beliefs differ from mines was when I was in Mexico. In that time my family was thinking of moving to Florida, because in that time the situation in Mexico was going through a very difficult situation that was the drug trade, when we lived in Mexico it was very difficult for my family because sometimes you could not go for a walk to the park or somewhere else because of the drug dealers. My parents began to think that my brother and I needed a place where we could be a little free and the family of my mother at that time was living in Florida then my parents decided that we would move to Florida. The day my parents decided to talk to my brother and me was very difficult because we all thought

When I was visiting my family in Mexico I felt like a foreigner. All my family in America went to Mexico for my great grandma’s 90th birthday party. We were in Monterrey, Mexico which is the northeast part of Mexico. I was about 13 years old. We drove from Arkansas to Monterrey, it took about two days. The major differences were the different sides of the border. Once we got into Mexico, everything was more run down and dirty. There were a lot of beggars’ and poor people all along the streets. When we got to my great grandma’s house it was very colorful and unique. The house had a gate to get to the patio and the patio had plants all over. There was a toilet with plants inside of it. The house was made of cement and most of the activity was

According to Wikipedia Pupusas were first created centuries ago by Pipil tribes who inhabited El Salvador territory (Pupusa. N.d. In Wikipedia). In the article “historia de la pupusa salvadorena” Cooking implements for their preparation have been excavated in Joya De Ceren “El Salvador’s Pompeii “this is a native village that was buried by Asher from a volcano explosion. From Joya De Ceren Pipil expand the dish to every city in El Salvador. The pre-Columbian pupusa were vegetarian and half-moon shaped. They were filled with squash flowers and buds, herbs such chipilin and mora, fungi and salt” (Historia de la pupusa salvadorena. 2013. In Redislam net.) At the present time Salvadorians are very creative filling pupusas, we used all kind of meats. “In the late 1940s, pupusas were still not widespread across El Salvador, and were mostly localized in the central towns, such as Quezaltepeque, and cities of the country” (Pupusa. N.d. In Wikipedia). As the population began migrating to other areas, pupusa stands proliferated across the country. “In 1980 El Salvador civil war forced many Salvadorians to migrate to others countries, mainly to United States of America”(Pupusa. N.d. In Wikipedia). Therefore pupusas became available outside the country. “Pupuserias” (name of the restaurant that make pupusas) can be found everywhere in United States

Many kids do not realize how life is out of the United States. I have experienced a completely new aspect of life outside of an American life into a third world country. Being able to stay there for half of the summer each year as taught me valuable characteristics. The culture experience I had in El Salvador has made me a humble individual, who has become more generous and a thankful person.

It was the beginning of my junior year in high school and there had been much talk about a school trip to Port Au Prince, Haiti, Only ten students could attend this trip, applications had opened up in November and for me a trip to Haiti sounded like just a dream, I thought I was not able to afford it. The idea for the possibility to travel to a new country and be exposed to a brand new culture excited me, I made the decision to apply anyway. In December, I received news that I had been chosen as one of the first ten students from my school to go on this new service trip. I was so excited that I was even qualified, but also worried because I knew that the price was still an issue. My teacher explained to me that there was a

Around four-forty in the morning, a lady came to the Reedley hospital to give birth. That baby was coming on their way to the hospital but just on time to give birth, was in a room. The baby was very small and chubby but was truly strong and healthy. This particular baby was soon to be named after her father, Fernando. Fernanda had no problems whatsoever therefore her parents were grateful since there were many children in this world that suffer a great deal for their problems in health.

People always told me that money can’t buy happiness, but I never truly experienced what that meant until I met the people of Honduras. The country and the people had an impact on me and on how I see the world. In my interactions with the people and culture of Honduras, among some very challenging living conditions, I was inspired by their love of family, welcoming attitude, and joy of life. For me, Honduras was like a mirror for me to look in and see my own life compared to the Hondurans’. If I brought back one thing with me, it was the desire to be like them in how I face life, love family and friends, and be filled with joy.

I am Juan Carlos Gomez and I am a proud Mexican-Salvadorian. In the seventeen years that I have been alive, I have been living in a trailer. I live with only my mom as her job is working in a kitchen at South Lyon County Hospital. I am very hard worker as I try my best in everything I do. I make sure that I give my all all the time in order to go further in my life. In High School, I have taken a total of nine Honors and AP classes combined. I have taken English l Honors, English ll Honors, Horticulture Science, Plant Science Horticluture, Anatomy and Physiology Honors, AP Literature and Composition, Pre- Calculus Honors, AP English Language and Composition, and Calculus Honors. All these classes are achievements for me because I was able to

Growing up in Honduras was quite an experience. I come from a hard working family where both of my parents went through several obstacles to provide me and my siblings a stable life. Honduras is a country that is consider a third-world country where economy along with delinquency are a big issue, but my parents still manage to provide the sources for me and my other two siblings on what it is necessary. My family and I were affected by organized crime, a day where my life was changed forever. It was a Friday afternoon when my brother and my father were kidnapped, they had left to a soccer game. My mother had made the usual phone call to make sure they had arrived to the place safe, but my mom didn’t get the response she was expecting. With

“I will miss everyone” were my last words before I get in the car, a sunday at 6:30 pm it was a very sad moment I didn 't have idea about when I was going to come again. The only thing I knew was that I was going to miss everyone and everything. But, I also knew that it was all for a better future and a better life.

It was July 15, 2012 my heart was pounding as fast as a racing car,as I slowly walked the steps of the enormous plane,I slowly thought of how different my life was gonna be, in new place i’ve never been to.I felt exited to meet this place but at same time I felt scared……how different was Latin America gonna be?

There were rice plants on my left and farm animals on my right. I grew up in New York City, so you can imagine the millions of questions that were running through my head. I’d never been to the countryside of the Dominican Republic before, but when I finally did, I couldn’t be more ecstatic, despite the scorching Caribbean sun burning down on my brown skin.

I wouldn't be the person I am today without the experiences and where I come from. It all started from where I was born. I was born in Port-Au-Prince, Haiti on January 22nd 1995. Haiti is located in the Caribbean, and there we speak two languages fluently, Creole and French. All my family from both my mother’s and my father's side we all come from Haiti. I don’t remember much from the time I was there, because I was very young. I left Haiti when I was about five years old, I went to France with my cousins and aunt and stayed there until I was about eight or nine years old. From there I went to the United States to be with my mother in New York. The majority of my life I spent it in New York with my mother. It wasn’t until August 2014 I moved

It has been six years since I left Haiti at the age of four. For me it’s been a lifetime at this point. So long that I don’t remember any of the basic rituals of my family. Jet lag knocked me out so badly the night before, I don’t remember what I did after getting off the plane. Bleary eyed and confused I don’t understand why I’m being woken up. The desire to return to sleep so strong I nearly said a curse word. But in that moment a breeze blew in a mouth-watering aroma I didn’t want nor could ignore. My mouth was open to complain but my tongue sampled the scent and I was rendered speechless. I became so enveloped in the aroma that I barely noticed the coolness of the concrete floor nor the fact that I had even gotten up and walked to the kitchen table. My focus turned to the source of my tantalization. A cup that grandma placed on the table for me. It was just a simple cup of coffee with two sticks of cinnamon in it. The fragrant cup was match by an alluring flavor. It felt like a warm hug with a kiss from

My grandfather asked me “Which one?” I respond “Let’s get this one”. Little did I know that guinea pig was my dinner. Guinea pigs or cuy are not pets but food in Ecuador.When I arrived at the airport it looked like any typical airport, but it felt as if I was in a different world. I remember seeing a whole bunch of random people at the airport. And then this whole group of people is crowding around me and it took me a while to put all the pieces together and I see my brother saying hi to everyone and then I realized holy cow this is my family. On the way to the car I was counting how many people were actually here and I had 6 uncle 's, 6 aunt 's, more than 15 cousins and 4 grandparents. I could not believe my eyes for the first time in eleven years I was with family. The first two weeks living in Ecuador was a challenge.