Personal Narrative About A Trip To Mexico's Yucatan

It was November 20, 2016 the day that I had left for Cancun Mexico. Me, my brother, my mom, and my Grandma and Grandpa all 5 of us in my Yukon Denali on our way the the Hilton Double Tree. It took about an hour and half to get to Chicago Illinois, but on the way there we had to make a few pit stops in Valpo to get my brother some flip-flops that we ended up losing in Mexico. On our way there we had kept in contact with the other 9 people we were going with, My cousin Sean had checked in on us a few times, and asked us how far we were from the place we were heading which was called Portillo's. It's a restaurant that is amazing all of us were going to meet there for dinner before we would all head to the hotel. When we had gotten there my 3

It is an amazing thought to think that I am sitting on a beautiful white sand beach in the South Pacific where there are no tourists!

It's been eight years. Eight years. Held captive against my will. I'm beginning to believe that I'll also die here.

In the first place, 1930 was hard for most people even though I hadn’t experienced it but my family and I were one of the survivors that lived thanks to my father. My Father died during the dust bowl due to pneumonia. Since my father died my mom is a single parent so I have to go to school. I go to school with a trash bag and out of nowhere people start calling me names like mentally retarded, but I don't care because they are the rich kids here. A few have passed and I started to do things like work go to school and other stuff people do. During the time of school I had better grades than all the students in my class, but one thing that was hard and distracting was my teacher. Sometimes she’d get mad at other students then she would get mad

Brian turned his stare to Mr. Smith and voiced his displeasure. “Maybe I was not understood, Tim… I want Ms. Loran to accompany Mr. Johnson and me to the Dominican Republic. She can provide valuable assistance to Mr. Johnson since the main language in the country is Spanish, and she is fluent in the language.” I should not be surprised to learn he was aware I spoke four languages, but I was.

I was thrust into an entirely new world when I was just six years old. Growing up I was a normal kid learning to read, write, add, and subtract just like every other typical American boy. Little did I know my entire life was about to be changed. Around 2004 my parents informed me that my family would be moving from the chilly Northern air of Kenosha, Wisconsin to the dry Southern heat of Querétaro, Mexico. Never have I experienced something so life changing as I did then. From meeting new people, to learning a new language and gaining new experiences, living in Mexico has shaped me into who I am.

We had been waiting for this trip for years. Every 5 years we go on a trip to someplace fun. When five years passed after our trip to disneyland we were all waiting to go on some other adventure. I had done this twice, but 2 things about our trip this year were special.

Going to Mexico for the first time at age 5 was one unforgettable experience. Visiting has made my life change so much. Good or bad you ask? Both is the real answer. There were many different feelings and emotions throughout this experience. It has had an impact in my life for many reasons.

The urge to type one more sentence was overwhelming. I could never finish the last few chapters. My inspiration slipped through my fingers like a breeze blowing through the leaves of a tree. After the crash, my focus disappeared and so did my brother. His death affected everyone in our small town we called home. He was the star quarterback at the high school, the family favorite, the smartest in his class, but besides that he was my best friend. My parents were devastated that he wasn’t there so they decided to move all the way from Hawaii to a small town in Florida close to the beach with my aunt Bailey, without me. Aunt Bailey was always the adventurer. I believe that’s where Cody and I got it from. Our parents made it pretty obvious that

Mexico. A glorious get away with a beach and a wonderful hotel. Wait, hold on. Tijuana, Mexico. Drugs, poverty, and rough living. Not a trip most people would want to take. Summer of 2016 some teens and adults prepared for a Missions trip to Tijuana Mexico, me being a part of this group. We were going through a group called Amor Ministries, and would be building a house for a needy family. Our first meeting we sat in the youth group center of First Christian Church and introduced ourselves. Not many of us knew each other that well. We talked about our plans on how we were going to travel, the times we will be leaving, and other finance information that I didn’t listen to since my dad was leading the group. He has been on the trip multiple times

Mexico, a great place to visit. Especially when you have family over there, but when the family doesn’t like you and they are selfish then that’s when you might not want to visit them. My vacation to Mexico had many memorable moments, but when my cousin’s and I were playing hide and seek and I had to jump off a two story roof, because my cousin wouldn’t let me back in his house. This was one of many.

On our vacation to the Dominican Republic we had a goal to go scuba diving,when we noticed that there was a scuba diving hut we went to sign up right away. When we arrived at the front desk, we were filled for excitement. We asked the people working there the cost and details about the process of earning a certificate, but what we did not ask was about the cost. Later when we paid the expensive cost we actualized that the schedule was 2 day longer than we were staying in the Dominican Republic. We ran straight to the scuba hut only with a devastating answer, we could not get our money back.

Like every other teenager my winter breaks are usually boring and I don’t do anything, but this break was the best one yet. My parents decided to take us on a trip that I have been dreaming for since I was 10 , they took us to Cancun , Mexico. I had been dying for this day , it was a dream come true. After a 4 hour flight I just wanted to eat and be on the beach but when we landed our car rental was waiting to be picked up and I was getting so impatient. Finally after 30 minutes of paperwork and waiting we were headed out of the airport to our hotel room. As soon as we got our hotel room I showered and watched tv , when I was watching tv I accidently fell asleep for 3 hours . I woke up at 7 and the sun was already setting , I was so mad because if I went to the

My Grandma and I decided we needed a break from our demanding lives here at home, so we booked a cruise to Central America and Mexico. This would be my first time out of the United States. Her and I couldn’t

As my eyes lit up like the fourth of July, I stood with my feet stuck to the ground, and my nerves tingle with happiness because of how marvelous it was. I didn't know a Mexico resort could be so nice.