My Last Trip, Ensenada

Ensenada

My trip to Ensenada, Baja California Mexico was the last time I went with my grandpa Jose. He died December 26, 2008. That trip is very memorable because it was the last trip I had with him. We went with my cousin, my sister, my uncle, and my aunt. This was during the summer of 2008. We went because there was going to be a boxing tournament and my uncle is the president of the boxing committee. My grandpa loved watching boxing fights so we all went. Before the boxing tournament we stopped by this place where there's seafood, and people selling all sorts of clothes and bracelets. I remember there was different stands of food and the workers persuading people to go eat their food. We didn't know which to pick, there was just so many! We finally picked one and we all sat down and were deciding what to order. I was sitting next to my grandpa and on my other side my cousin. We finally ordered, we talked a little waiting for the food to come. When my grandpas food got there I remember him saying, “This is tasteless !” Unfortunately the food was not so great. That was my first time tasting oysters. My uncle asked me, “ Have you tasted Oysters?” and I replied,”Eww No !” So he of course had to make me taste it. And they weren’t that bad. When we were finished eating we had to immediately drive to the place where the boxing tournament was. When we arrived my uncle sat down with my aunt and my sister,my cousin and I went to go sit with some of the boxers. So I guess my cousin was introducing us to the guys and I see my grandpa walking toward us, he grabs a chair and sits down. My cousin, my sister, and I start laughing and he laughs with us. Well we where their for about two hours watching the fights and cheering the boxers even though we didn't know them. It was finally over and we were ready to head back to Tijuana, Baja California Mexico. Before we left we stopped by to eat tacos in a taco stand. Some of the boxers came with us to eat and we were just there eating and talking having fun. My grandpa was tired now so we got on the road back to Tijuana. I remember my grandpa had this sad look in his face and it was because my grandma (his wife) was no longer with us. She had passed away on June 26, 2008. I know he'd wished she had come along with us on this trip. I can't imagine how he felt. This trip was to take his mind off of her at least a little bit. I hope it had because we hated to see him sad. This is my most memorable trip because it was the last trip I had why my grandpa. I enjoyed every second of it.