Personal Narrative-Mexico

Three years of recollections. At times inelegant and strained but others, placid. In my memory you have always lived on, but the culpability in my heart tiptoes out when the sun reposes and the moon is thrown upon the firmament. All of which is compressed into this short letter you are reading.

An adventurous and greedy man I am, I do admit. But please do understand my coveting of the gold and glory. “I and my companions suffer from a disease of the heart which can be cured only with gold”. Which eventually lead to my ignorance of your father and travelling to Mexico with 11 ships, a dozen horses and 500 men. Even though the expedition was successful, it lead to a negative characterisation of myself which I cannot deny. 18 years( 1519 to 1547, the moment u am writing this) of ruling, decision making, sickness, danger and power was an unforgettable experience which will remain embedded in my head.
Immediately, I was their God. Though this wasn't enough. My eyes were set on the Aztec capital of Tenochtitlan, “ The city is as large as Seville or Cordova; its streets, I speak of the principal ones, are very wide and straight; some of these, and all the inferior ones, are half land and half water, and are navigated by canoes.” It was only then, after I had captured Montezuma, held him for hostage and demanded a huge sum of money for his hostage, that I realised how greedy I was. Luckily, I did not take it for granted. I made the most out of my money and power hungry personality. I moved on to the Aztec religion for a very simple reason: “ they have an idol that they petition for victory in war; another for success in their labours; and so for everything in which they seek or desire prosperity, they have their idols, which they honour and