Life Matters

When you go to a place you have never been before, the one thought on your mind is "what am I doing here?" Well how did you get there?
The first time I went to Mexico was beyond amazing yet weird at the same time. I stayed at my family's house in a little town some ways from Guadalajara. The atmosphere made me feel like I was home. A place where I have never been to yet felt so close to it at the same time. The sun was shining bright as my great aunt rushed over to hug me.
She took one look at me and said, "Mija you are all skin and bones come inside and let me feed you."
When I sat down she set a bowl of chicken and vegetable soup in front of me. The flavors were divine and gave me such a feeling I would have never gotten in the U.S. I ended that day with a nice cola and sat outside watching the sun go down. I knew that trip was going to be something I have never experienced before.
The next morning had a series of weird events. I wanted to take a shower so I can get my day started. I was about to wash the shampoo out of my hair when the water cut off. I quickly put a towel on and ran to my tia. I asked her why the water cut off and she replied, "Mija you only get five minutes worth of water here you better go to the creek if you want to get that soap off."
I gripped my towel and ran a good five minutes to the nearest creek. I jumped in and didn't even think about if any one was around. When I was getting out of the water I heard a little bit of laughter coming from around a tree. I called out for whoever that was and I saw a boy running away. He had wavy brown hair and torn up shoes. My face turned red as I ran back to my tia's house.
When I got there I asked her where the chicken was so I can make some eggs since I missed breakfast and she told me I ate the chicken yesterday. So far this trip was really weird.
It was my last day there and I wanted to go ride four wheelers with some of my cousins. We decided to ride down to the creek and hang out for a bit. I laid there and took in the sun on my skin and enjoyed my last few moments in Mexico. The authentication of the atmosphere and the people just made me feel loved. I didn't want to leave that day but I had to. I packed up my things and saw that same little boy from the creek. He waved bye to me and ran off. I giggled to myself. In Mexico I felt free. I felt like I was home. I felt like I belonged. It was something different and I loved it.