Adios America! Hello Mexico!

It was a 4 A.M. morning dash, family members scrambling to get their things: bags, coats, shoes. There I was searching my brain for every single thing I would need to live in a foreign country for eleven days. The notion of packing can be described as mission impossible; having to pack your closet, toiletries and life essentials in a 62 inch suitcase and 45 inch bag carry on is difficult. When learning that I would be leaving for Mexico on the 22nd of passportDecember I was not too enthusiastic to take the trip.

It is advised to arrive three hours before your flight when traveling internationally; there we were on our way to LAX, rain pouring down and the typical stress of L.A. traffic. Having arrived at the airport two hours before our flight brought me to a frenzy. Thoughts of missing the flight flashed through my brain as I made a mad dash to the Alaska Airlines check in computers. The computer gave a quick step-by-step directions on how to check in. Once checked in and with boarding passes we were directed to wait in line for bag check in. The line, although long, went by quickly and an escalator ride took us to metal detectors, which took 20 minutes to get through.

At 9:10 A.M. we boarded our flight to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico from L.A.X, a three hour flight. On arriving, we took an plazahour and a half to drive to Mascota, Jalisco. Not only did this quaint town transport me to a whole new universe, but so did Mexico itself. The town’s most prominent feature was its cobblestone roads. The natives have kept it to keep a piece of culture. Another prominent feature was the town square, mostly known as “La Plaza.” Next to the plaza a beautifully structured church could be seen painted in festive colors. Mascota, Jalisco also has a park full of ruins of a building; the park is filled with beautiful greenery. Many people come from all over to take photos in the park for weddings, engagements, the traditional quinceanera, and more.

Another great experience was getting to see family who I had not seen since I was a child. Although there was a separation of time there was no separation of connection. Getting to share with family also showed me how differently kids grow up here and kids who grow up there. One of the things I noticed was people over there are not so obsessed with pop culture and reality tv, like in America.

Speaking Spanish most of the time was difficult. My family continued to poke fun at my accent and pronunciation. One of the funniest times was when my cousins encouraged me to say a tongue twister which left them in tears of laughter due to my poor attempt at it. On another occasion I was laughed at by my family and waiter for ordering my meal to be mixed in with my beverage.

One of the new experiences was going  to a Charreria, which is a Mexican tradition. At this event men ride horse and perform different rope tricks. The biggest and most exciting part of the event is the jump of death, which is where two horses ride around in a circle. The competitor is on one horse and pesosmust make the jump from his horse to the other while they run quickly in a circular motion. It was also eye opening to see how different natives cultures are.

Getting to experience a new country and with family members was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. If you ever get the chance to travel somewhere new where ever it be may be, do not hesitate. Take the experience because it will change your perspective of the world.

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