In the late morning of Sunday, the clouds were in the air blocking the heavy rays of the sun to keep the cool air breeze through my small room window. Waking up at a later time calls for a well breakfast for a family of five. Ever since my parents' divorce the weekend was the only days my father could take us out. On this Sunday my father decided to take my sister and me to Tijuana, Mexico for some sight seeing. Running down stairs to finish up my laundry so that way I would wear brand new clothes on the mini vacation to Tijuana was quite exhausting. The outfit I decided to wear was a strip dark red T-shirt with blue jeans and black tennis shoes that matches my dark blue jacket.
So after I packed up my extra clothes I headed for the door to place my baggage in the car, until my sister took for ever to pack up all of her make up for the trip. The first stop was of course the gas station AM PM, but also the stop to fill up the car with some beverages and snacks until we finally reached to Tijuana. I had a Sprite with some cheesy Cheetos and my sister, Iris had brought Coke with hot Cheetos for the long trip ahead. The whole time I kept looking at the sky, mountains, and the plains with much serenity of how simple nature looked and acted. The only game that my father knew was to sing along with the radio loudly and frantically waving our arms in the air, like mad women coming out of a burning building. The whole trip was exhausting to sit in a seat so long that falling asleep was an option as if we were a baby. Falling asleep early caused me to lose the satisfaction of crossing the boarder for the very first time.
But the wait was worth it at the end, the first thing my sister and I needed to do was to use the bathroom. The problem was that as a Latin American, everybody assumes that I can interact with the Hispanic community but in reality I could only understand. By going to Tijuana was a way to search the Latin side of me, to get a better sight of my true persona. The buildings were quite beautiful with the textures that the early settlers have created and the people were so kind on showing guest to the bathroom. I have to saw the greatest part of the day was when the sun was setting and my father stopped at the side of the road to get a closer look at the magnificence view. The colors of the sun projecting onto the waves pushing inward and out slowly. Taking off my shoes to feel the not quite touched sand between my toes and feeling mushy like making dough. Viewing the colors on the water and the water on the sand portrays my quality of a person; that everything can blend in any order to create a beautiful Earth.
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