It was late December when my father told me that he had planned a family rip to Mexico, and that .
we would be leaving in a couple of days to my mother's hometown Gomez Farias, Michoacan. I really .
wasn't excited about it, so I told him that I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay at my sister's house here in.
Watsonville, but my dad didn't like the idea of me staying here alone, so he said, "Well if you don't go .
with us to Mexico, then we won't go neither."".
"O.K. then, I'll go with you guys."".
It was Saturday night, and we were ready to board Mexicana airlines in San Jose International .
Airport when I told my parents, "This is the last time that I go to Mexico with you guy's."".
Then my mom said as she got comfortable in her seat, "Stop crying. Just sit back and relax, your .
going to have the time of your life in the next two weeks to come."".
It was about two o'clock in the morning when we finally got to the airport in Guadalajara. On our .
way out into the lobby we saw my uncle Kiko and my grandfather Lupe waiting for us. We weren't able to .
talk to them until after the police finished asking us some questions and searching our luggage.
"How are you doing tio Kiko? Tell me why is it that the police here ask dumb questions, and why .
did they go through our bags like if we were some delinquents."" I asked him in a bad mode.
"Tony calmate. The reason they do that is because it's part of there job to look for drug's, or .
things of that nature. Just relax, we'll get to Gomez in two hours, and then when we get there who knows.
you might even find yourself a girlfriend here."".
It was about 4:30 in the morning when we finally got to my grandparents house, and when we .
arrived I saw my grandmother waiting for us in the kitchen.
"Gracias a Dios quellegaron bien. Ya esta el café y el pan dulce listo para que coman algo."" My .
grandmother told my family and me as we walked through the living room.
"Gracias abuelita, pero yo estoy muy cansado y ya me quiero ir a dormir.
