Although El Salvador may not be known for these qualities, they are what make the country unique and special to so many citizens. The community members of El Salvador may not realize that they are living in such a remarkable place, but the people who visit and learn about the country get to experience these features in a new light; they get to see what so many haven’t, the things that the citizens have already seen; the country itself and its distinctive features, including the art, music, culture, food, and tourist
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.
When we stepped outside it was noisy and hot. We took a Tap Tap (“a bus used for longer journeys. Tap taps are gaily painted buses or pick-up trucks that serve as share taxis in Haiti.literally meaning “quick,quick””) we were shoulder to shoulder in the back of this with our luggage stacked on us and music playing as loud as it could have been with no room to move, and as we drove to the place we were staying we saw this new culture with women carrying baskets on their heads filled with groceries and other goods for their families and we saw farm animals tied to poles on the side of the road, garbage everywhere and so many people that looked like they had nothing, I was surprised to see all the locals with nothing but I was surprised that they all were dressed up nicely I later learned this was because it was Sunday and they took their religion and trip to church very seriously, even in the hot weather the men were in formal shirts and khakis there was no way I could have prepared myself for this brand new culture, The first drive was a life changing experience that I will never forget, the sights, smells, people all looked so unfamiliar from what I had grown up to see. While there we planned to spend the majority of our time working on one of the very few public schools that Port Au Prince had to offer to these children, “In the early 2000s, about 90% of schools were private.” Meaning that in these private schools they expect the students to pay a tuition fee that the majority of families could not afford making it nearly impossible for these students to get the education that every child has the right to have. Our job at the school was to make a computer lab for the students and faculty. While there we were informed that the public school shared buildings with a private school and
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.
Knowledge is sometimes passed on, learn by experience, or sometimes by curiosity observed. As a Mexican-American part of my knowledge of Mexicos- food, music, and exotic places has been passed on to me or by my travel experience. Different experiences thought me about my cultural background and in this essay we shall be discussing my knowledge of the foods eaten during the holidays to the beautiful state of Aguascalientes, Mexico.
When I came to this country, unlike others, my family had no experience with how things worked here. Which meant whatever I learned here, was just a new to them as it was to me. My education became more about encountering and trying new things than about succeeding. Because you can succeed if you don’t know how things worked around here. From the moment, I set foot in this country, I knew no one will ever give me anything on a silver platter. The Even basic information I must find so I can be ahead of the curve. Being ahead of the curve was the only way I could have secured my path to achieving a similar or higher lifestyle as everyone else here. But this meant that I would have to assimilate into a culture I was unknown to. The best part of
Both of my parents are from Guatemala, and my Hispanic heritage is strong. This is why I participate in Hispanic Society. Our missions are to educate others on the Latino cultures; to represent fellow Hispanic students when issues come before school administrators; and to facilitate community service efforts.
I am not white, but I am not Mexican either. I am, however, a first generation Mexican American with parents from San Luis Potosi, Mexico. Perhaps I do not know what it is like to cross the border that refrains me from being Mexican, or the color of my skin that refrains me from being white, but my own personal experiences make me the Mexican American that I am today.
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?
This summer I went on a mission trip with my church to Cuba for one week. We visited our companion church which is located in Los Arabos, It is four hours away from Havana. While we are in Los Arabos the people of the community were nice enough to let us live in their homes for a week. This was my second year going and it was a lot of fun helping the people and giving back to the community. Los Arabos is the complete opposite of Havana, its more farm land and open greenery while Havana is more touristy. Having been to Cuba both before the embargo act and after, I could really see a difference. For one, there was a lot more technology this year then there was last year. Some of the kids from Los Arabos had tablets and smart phones. There was even a cell tower that had been built recently in the city. As fas as
This place is reasonably clean and clear of trash. You hear the deafening sounds of the music from the nearby clubs and see dozens of drunken Americans stumbling around. A lot of tourists are carrying what seems like five bags each and a distressed look, the kind you get when you have been shopping all day. A score of children hold out little packets of colored Chiclets, a local gum, sold to you at any price you can haggle them down to. It’s pretty pathetic that you should feel the need to haggle over the price of gum with a child, but this is Tijuana.As I continued my journey, I reached a bridge. The bridge was terrible. Along the sides there was trash and rubbish. Towards the middle of the bridge, I experienced one of the most touching moments in my life, one of those happy ones where you don’t know if you should shed a tear from happiness or out of despair. There was this little child playing the accordion and another playing a guitar. He was singing a Spanish song; well, it actually sounded like he was screaming as his compadre strummed. He had a little cup in front of him, and I threw a coin in. He just smiled and kept singing. I turned around and left, but this time as I passed the priest, I filled his plastic bowl with the rest of my
Imagine being subjected to the solitude of the mountains, going a week without a proper toilet, clean water, or even cell service. Walking miles upon miles, in seemingly hellish temperature just to do something for someone else. Welcome to my journey last February. Roughly a year ago, I endured a week-long Mission Trip in Guatemala. First reading that thoughts probably came up along the lines of "oh that's neat, but what's so fun about that?" For one second, stop thinking about whatever you're thinking and picture this. A hot, quiet day with the sun beating down on your skin. You're sitting under a luscious green tree trying to find as much shade possible while you watch everything go on around you. Children, barely clothed and barefoot laughing
This summer, my church took a missions trip to Puerto Penasco. It wasn 't the easiest trip to plan, seeing we only had two months to plan for it, and pay for it. Yes, this trip was spontaneous, and we worked very hard to get the money for it.
Please describe any extracurricular activities, special talents, or community service projects you have done, and tell us what you have learned from these experiences.
If it was not for him; I probably would not have come out of my shell. My grandfather taught me the importance of family. He reminded that this may be the only opportunity I may actually experience the idea of being with family. I listened to him and being in Ecuador taught me my true identity; going to Ecuador taught me what it meant to be with family. When I got back to the U.S, and a few months have passed by. My mother’s father had passed away and it was heartbreaking. The one man who really made my time in Ecuador good was gone. Before my trip to Ecuador I saw my myself more as an American than an Ecuadorian. I was accustomed to the U.S lifestyle such as going to baseball games or eating hamburgers. In my home, we spoke Spanish, but more often than not I spoke English. Even till today I have never experienced family bonding ; it was always just my father, my mother, my brother, and me. I never had the experience of going to grandma’s house and having Thanksgiving dinner. I never felt the feeling of receiving Christmas presents from all my family members. Till this day I have never gotten the chance to say “Hey mom I’m going over my cousins