Personal Narrative: My Trip To Mexico

Whenever I am away from home for a long amount of time without my family I get a little home sick. The first time that I got homesick was when I was going to Mexico over summer, but this time I was going alone and terrified. I have traveled to Mexico 2 times a year since I was born, this marked a new occurrence, but I traveled alone. While I was not alone, I had my sister, but still we had pushed on, no adult supervision. I continued, horrified of what lurked around the corner! When we got to the airport part of me almost wanted to ask if we could abort the mission. Then there was the other part of me that was yelling go, to explore the world. In the end after a long 5 minutes of thinking and realizing that I really had no choice I went on the lengthy adventure to Mexico. When we got into the plane, large and mysterious, my body shaking and my
As always we went to sanborns for dinner. We also spoke about what we were going to be doing all week along with how the flight went. Once we got to the apartment my sister and I went to the room with the old shaky bunk beds, we made the beds and unpacked all of our belongings before taking much needed showers and dozing off. The next day we went to KidZania and to go see the play Mary Poppins in Spanish. I really loved that but part of me longed my parent and little sister to be there to share the experience. The next day my sister and I wanted to go swimming, so we went to the greatest water park in all of Latin America. The park larger than any other place we went, the smell of chlorine and fun, called for me to come play.
Other than that I don’t really recall much. I really wish that I did because although I was scared and I longed for my mom and dad, it was still a cool thing that I got to experience. I am very fortunate to be able to have all of these