Personal Narrative: My Trip To Mexico

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The drive from San Diego to the City of Children in Ensenada, Mexico is a long and beautiful. I am 15 years old, and I have never been to Mexico before. I am blissfully unaware of what I am about to experience. I am not taking a trip to Cancun, where everything is nice and beautiful, I am going to experience something completely different. Traveling with me are about 30 other high school students, and 10 chaperones. We put our luggage in the under carriage of a large blue and gray charter bus and board one by one. When we have all taken our seats, the youth minister tells us that our trip will take about an hour and a half. We begin the long drive, and when we arrive at the border, we are told to sit quietly while the border patrol looks through our luggage. After about 15 minutes, we are allowed to pass and continue our journey.…show more content…
To my right, there is crystal blue ocean as far as the eye can see. The road is winding, and has been built into the rock hills that line the coasts. The road is built on a cliff, and it feels as if you could go tumbling off into the ocean at the next turn. In my mind, I picture our entire bus plunging into the ocean. I feel a little lightheaded and my stomach flip flops at the thought of this, so I turn to look at the hills instead. The hills are pure rock, and every plant on them looks brown, black and
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