Descriptive Essay
Hello, Goodbye.
I take my first step and duck my head into the too small plane. My nerves start to electrify as the realization sinks in that I am going to be in a different country in less than two hours. The minutes seem to drag on and on as I listen to the guy next to you snoring and the kid behind me kicks the back of my chair. The pilots' rough voice comes on the intercom and says "Howdy folks, just wanna let you know that we are getting ready to land and we should be there in about ten short minutes.". Then I listen carefully, but don't understand anything the Mexican lady is saying. Ten minutes go by and I hear the screeching and squealing of the airplane's tires as they hit the Mexican runway. I feel as if I've spent decades waiting for this moment and I can't believe that its finally here.
I step out of the airplane and the awful rotten stench of Mexico hits me in the face like a brick wall. It smells like pigs, turkeys, and cows, mixed with a dumpster. But, then I start to look around see that the smell is the least of the problems in Mexico. There are cement houses lined side by side and dogs and kids running around on the dirty, crowded, sidewalk with no shoes on and no parents in sight. Not only does it smell terrible but as I look around and see the brokenness that is Mexico I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I squeeze into an fifteen passenger van with twenty-two other white people. The ride there is rough. No one is wearing seatbelts and I literally fear for my life because there seem to be no rules for driving in Mexico. No one obeys the road signs and there seem to be no driving lanes. But it is well worth the wait because as soon as I step off that van at the children's home two little girls run up to me and are cling to my legs for dear life. I am filled with so much joy that I don’t know what to do with myself. After I gather my composure the host shows us to our rooms. It’s a lot better than I expected because when I walk
I take my first step and duck my head into the too small plane. My nerves start to electrify as the realization sinks in that I am going to be in a different country in less than two hours. The minutes seem to drag on and on as I listen to the guy next to you snoring and the kid behind me kicks the back of my chair. The pilots' rough voice comes on the intercom and says "Howdy folks, just wanna let you know that we are getting ready to land and we should be there in about ten short minutes.". Then I listen carefully, but don't understand anything the Mexican lady is saying. Ten minutes go by and I hear the screeching and squealing of the airplane's tires as they hit the Mexican runway. I feel as if I've spent decades waiting for this moment and I can't believe that its finally here.
I step out of the airplane and the awful rotten stench of Mexico hits me in the face like a brick wall. It smells like pigs, turkeys, and cows, mixed with a dumpster. But, then I start to look around see that the smell is the least of the problems in Mexico. There are cement houses lined side by side and dogs and kids running around on the dirty, crowded, sidewalk with no shoes on and no parents in sight. Not only does it smell terrible but as I look around and see the brokenness that is Mexico I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I squeeze into an fifteen passenger van with twenty-two other white people. The ride there is rough. No one is wearing seatbelts and I literally fear for my life because there seem to be no rules for driving in Mexico. No one obeys the road signs and there seem to be no driving lanes. But it is well worth the wait because as soon as I step off that van at the children's home two little girls run up to me and are cling to my legs for dear life. I am filled with so much joy that I don’t know what to do with myself. After I gather my composure the host shows us to our rooms. It’s a lot better than I expected because when I walk