Trip To Mexico Personal Narrative

When I was growing up, my family went to New Mexico for several years. We would always drive south to reach Taos, New Mexico. The drive is the most beautiful I have seen in my life, and since its fall when we go, all the aspens have turned red, yellow and orange. After the relaxing and calming drive, we would arrive in Taos, New Mexico. Right away I knew I was in a small town, because it has one main street. Almost every building in New Mexico has some type of adobe presentation once you get to Taos, even the local 7-11. There are great areas for walking, loads of restaurants, shops, and art galleries to see in Taos. I remember smelling the burning wood from household stoves. The smell makes me think of fall every time I smell it. My family would always stop at the Kachina Lodge for the night.

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

I believe the term, hispanic, itself does not define who I am. I define who I am and who I want to become. However, I do come from a Mexican heritage. Coming from a Mexican heritage has influenced and deeply impacted my life. My heritage has taught me a lot. I have learned growing up to value my identity, values, faith, and family.

After a long boring travel, we finally arrived to my grandmother’s house in Mexico. It was my first time going so I was astonished by everything and quite glad to see my cousins and family that i have never knew I had. A lot was different from my home up in California. There was so many little stores nearby and way more flavorful, delicious food like tamales and sopes. I loved playing around and exploring with my cousins which we would always get into trouble somehow. I adored everything about going except one thing that I hate and i feel disgusted by, mosquitoes. Mosquitoes were the only thing that ruined the best vacation I had. But after you get through with

My brother has always mentioned how fun the Fiesta De San Marcos is in Aguascalientes, Mexico. One year I decided to take a trip with him. As we arrived I started observing the differences in culture and started experiencing their way of living. I learned how they have siesta time and close shop at noon to have lunch with their families and in the night the Spanish inspired city lights up with all the boots of Fiesta. At first, this was a shock to me since I am used to going anywhere at any time for things needed, but by observation and partition knowledge I learned how to work around those little obstacles and got to enjoy my trip.

I am crossing the border to the U.S because my parents think it will give us a new beginning and a better life. I think they’re wrong. Our life in El Salvador was fine: We had a nice house and we were healthy. Here, none of that is true.

I enjoy my time in Mexico with my family when we are actually in the city but entering Mexico itself is a challenge and it’s easy to get lost if you don’t have anyone to guide you. It’s important to be extremely careful anywhere you go because there's always going to be people trying to take advantage of

The world is in constant change and social changes are necessary in order to maintain a balance within social groups and communities. I am a 46 Mexican and as Mexican I can say that Mexican culture is full of beliefs and taboos. Gender, age, social class, language and spiritual practice have influenced my life. Mexican culture is one of the cultures with a marked gender inequality. Mexican culture is full of maleness. I have faced the maleness since I was a child in an indirect way. My mother was never allowed to work during the 13 years of marriage. My father said that women have to stay home taking care of the children and house chores. It was not a problem with my mother and my siblings because women in my mother’s close social group were housewives, but after my parents got

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.

If you are feeling a little confused that’s okay, this is judgment free zone. I am twenty three years old and on the verge of graduating this December, And my interpretation of messages changes every day that I mature and grow as a person. Everyone is different and entitled to their own unique interpretation of messages. For example, I am Mexican American I was born in Las, Cruces New Mexico but my family is from Mexico. And everyday I find new meanings in the messages I receive from parents. Because I think in both Spanish and English so my translations are a bit different. From the words I exchange verbally with parents to the way I view them as my Mexican parents growing up in America. I can recall countless times growing up that I was not

When I was ten years old my family decided that we leave to California. That California

I am a Mexican woman. I have a big, round face, flat nose, and small, squinted eyes. My skin is light brown, an everlasting tan. And I have hair as unruly, and out of control, as a monkey hyped up on drugs. Since the day I started paying attention to the world around me, it has been ingrained into my mind that the only people who have a chance at success would look nothing like me. A woman. Colored heritage. And this combination made me the abomination. My presence was already the wrong path towards success and greatness. This is my chance to come in from the sidelines. To create something great, to be someone great. Even with my ‘disadvantages’. I will stay ahead of the game, to be able to reach the finish line of my life. A finish line full of wonderful things and great accomplishments, not just for myself but for those who have helped me along the way.

Please describe any extracurricular activities, special talents, or community service projects you have done, and tell us what you have learned from these experiences.

One thing is a dream in serving God, and another thing is to do it. When we came to the US with Adriana, my wife, was a new star for us. We got married before came. However, also was a new beginning in my ministry…God planted a new and bigger vision in our hearts. Reach the Hispanic community not only in Chile but Colombia, in the US and Europe. We prayed about it for two years, and the Lord give us the grace to make us a vision a ministry and make of our ministry a Non-Profit Christian Ministry called “LatinoAmerican World Mission.” Faith leads us, and push us to the action, and now we are working with great people looking for great opportunities to glorify our God and reach Hispanics for

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.