I woke up at about eight in the morning to finish up any last minute packing and get ready for the plane ride to Mexico. My family and I left at about nine thirty to the airport. As the car approached LAX I felt relived. I could hear huge planes with their engines going off. We got the luggage out of the back of the car and lugged in to the airport. As we walked to the airport my fear that I had been dreading about came into my head, lines and long ones. I hoped we did not experience any of them through out the whole wait to board the plane.
As we approached the entrance to the airport my fear had become true a very long line was waiting there for us just stalking us down. After a fifteen minute break to enter the airport we finally got in and I was relived. We approached the place where we had to drop the luggage and then again a line was waiting for us. Another twenty minutes flied on by and are luggage was safely stored and named. Now it was time to get through all the security measures that all airports have.
The waiting area at that moment was not packed but it was surely going to fill up very quickly. It was a good thing my family had left early enough to get to the waiting area and find practically no one there. As the time flew by I forgot to notice the time and as I saw my dad’s watch I saw that a whole hour and a half had gone by like that. Just a couple of more minutes until the airport staff would let people board the plane and go on adventures in Mexico. We finally boarded the plane and took our seats. The whole rush of hearing the plane start really gets you excited. The plane took off and in three hours we would finally arrive to Mexico City. After falling asleep for most of the trip and I did not feel the landing. As I woke up the plane had already touched ground and all of my family and me had got off the plane.
We got out of the airport and we greeted our relatives waiting to take us to my grandma’s house. After many hugs and kisses the luggage was packed and we were safely in the car. The ride to my grandma’s house was not long and we arrived in a jiffy. At my grandma’s house I learned the importance of family. Family is so much better than any thing out there.
In Pachuca there is so many things to do that will bring you family together. On my trip my family and I visited the huge oldschool clock that is in the city square. Just seeing the clock reminded of me of the whole past history that had occurred. The dinners I ate in Mexico gave me a very bad stomach ache because I am a very hungry person. So this trip taught me to value family and to not take the past lightly.
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