I remember looking forward to every summer vacation, when my family and I would all go to Mexico for a couple of weeks. I remember that my dad would wake us up the day we were leaving at around 5 a. M. And we would all pack our stuff In our van. We would head out on our way wealth an hour. The trip took a long time, 2 days to be exact, but when you’re little nothing really matters. You can be in a van on a road trip for days and as long as you have something to be entertained with, time flies by fast.
On our way to Mexico, I can remember my mom and dad pointing out things along he road to keep us entertained for a while. We would stop at places like Arizona, and we’d buy a little bag that you could fill up with as many pretty rocks as you could. I remember feeling delighted as I filled my little bag with pink, blue, purple, black, and white rocks. After that we’d all get in the van and drive off once again. We’d stop every few hours to grab something to eat. We’d stop at deferent gift shops to buy stuff. Finally at about 9 p. M. We’d find the closest hotel, and we would rent a room so we could all get a little sleep.
Before we knew It, It was morning and my dad was waking us up so we could leave back on the road again. The next day the hours seemed like they were longer, we were all tired of sitting down in the Van, but when we’d ask my parents when we were going to get there, they’d always reply “We’re almost there”. It can be quite tough to sit in a van for 2 days with no room to move, because you have 2 sisters and 2 brothers besides yourself who are all on the trip. At times I can remember fighting with my brothers because they would try to get me mad by grabbing my toys. However, my mom would always defend me and make them stop.
I remember arriving at my grandma’s house In Mexico at about up. M. When we arrived, my little cousins all came running out of the house with big smiles on their face yelling “Way Allegation”, which means “they’re here”. My uncles would help us unpack our stuff, and we would all go into my grandma’s house and sit in her living room to talk about our trip. We’d tell them about everything, how everything was in California, and then we would start handing out gifts that we’d take them. After we were done, they would thank us, and then we’d call it a day and go to sleep.
The next morning we would all go walking to my grandpa’s “whereat”, which means “plantation field”. There my grandpa grew guava trees, avocado trees, and other fruits. He would go water all the trees, while the rest of us sat and played games such as Lottery. Time flied by pretty fast, and before we knew It, It was already night. We would all walk back to my grandparent’s house and we’d watch our favorite T. V. Shows. On the weekend there were always parties. Most of the time they were parties of relatives that we have In Mexico. Saturday morning we all had to wake up early ND get ready for my cousin’s Quiescence party.
Church was held a block away. Followed us all the way to the salon where the party was going to be at. There were a lot of people there. We all had Iberia, and tortillas to eat, we danced and had fun. Sunday morning we went to church. Everyone in the neighborhood woke up early and walked to church. After church there was a swap meet that we called “timings”. All the little kids asked their parents for money and ran towards the timings to buy toys and candy. Grown ups sat on benches in the park that was right next to the church. Afterwards, they bought us ice cream and we all sat down to eat in the park.
When we were done we’d all walk back to my grandma’s house. The following weekend there was a big “faerie” or “fair” in the park next to the church. I remember all the little kids, including myself, running after church was over to go to the fair. We would ride all kinds of rides, and we wouldn’t leave the fair until it was over at night. When we would get to my grandma’s house, we would all sit in the living room, and my cousins would ask me questions about the United States. They would ask me how t was, and I’d tell them that it was not that different from Mexico.
I would tell them about the malls we had and they would have an expression on their face as if I were telling them a fairy tale. They imagined every house in the U. S. To be 2 stories high with huge pools, but I told them that not all houses were like that. Sometimes my aunts would sit with us and tell us stories of when they were little. Sometimes they would try to scare us so we would go to sleep. They’d tell us stories of the “champ” and “la Aileron”. Every day was fun in Mexico. It didn’t matter what we did, we had fun doing it.
I remember all the little kids in the neighborhood would all come out of their houses at night and meet in the street to play soccer or hide-and-seek. The worst part of going to Mexico was the day we had to leave. I remember crying so my parents would let me stay and live in Mexico, but they would tell me no. Saying good-bye was hard, because everyone would be crying, but when we did say good-bye, it was off to the road again. Another 2 days to get home. The first few hours of the trip I would be crying, because I missed my little cousins, but after a while I would forget and things loud be back to normal.
My dad would stop at different places so we would get entertained and forget about Mexico. The last time I went to Mexico was about a year and a half ago. We went for my grandparents’ 50th anniversary party. We had a big party in a salon. All of the granddaughters wore nice golden colored dresses, and the grandsons wore tuxedos. We had so much fun at that party. We had Mariachi and a band that played all night. There were so many people who attended the party. Friends, and family all went and had a lot of fun as well.
My grandparents were very happy to see the entire family united for an event that was so special to them. The party didn’t end until the early It was more fun going to Mexico when I was older because my parents let me do more stuff. Since everyone knows each other out there, they let me and my cousins go out at night. They let me take the care and drive around the city. I met a lot of new people this last time that I went to Mexico. I met some people that I had known when I was little, but couldn’t remember them, and I also met people who, like me, had gone on vacation to Mexico.
I really want to go to Mexico again. Mexico is probably one of the most important and special places that I’ve visited. It’s special to me because I have my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends who live there. It’s the only time I get to see all the people I care about, because they can’t come over here. Mexico is such a nice place to visit, because life is so simple and nice. Everyone in Mexico knows each other, therefore you get more liberty if you are a teenager like me. Hopefully this summer I will go to Mexico again to visit my family, and I hope this time I go will be even more fun the last.