Personal Narrative: Puerta Vallarta, Mexico

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White, soft, sand beneath my feet. A slight breeze kisses my heated skin gently as the crystal waves flow methodically in and out, in and out. I had wished, begged, and pleaded for a white Christmas this year, but this is not what I had hoped for. At least my family is all together. Another Christmas, another strange and exciting place filled with culture and buzzing with activity. New people, new sights, new foods and smells, an old tradition of a family holiday blending seamlessly with a new experience. Puerta Vallarta, Mexico. My parents had been scrimping and saving, working and slaving just to afford this week of relaxation and family bonding, as they do every year. My sister and I lay sprawled on plastic white chairs covered with
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