Ever look at pictures of a country and think it’s the most beautiful country? Well, that’s what I thought when my parents showed me or talked about their birth country, Honduras. Seeing pictures of where they had lived and hearing stories; I always thought, “WOW! This place looks amazing!” I wanted to go to see it for myself. Thinking that it would still be the way my parents had illustrated it, boy I was in for a major reality check and so were my parents. Honduras is a poverty-stricken and perilous country, just the way people live, the way people automatically think you’re rich, and with its cons, I still think it’s a good place. Photos really don’t show how bad it is in a country, they only show the good side of things. Honduras is an exceedingly poor and dangerous country. When I was walking along the streets of Honduras, all I would see would be little kids with baskets or boxes of tortillas. They had to sell them for a little amount of money just so they can have better food, to get a new pair of shoes, or even just to help their parents with financial situations. Seeing these kids truly broke my heart. Asking the children what their …show more content…
They wanted me to bring gifts that were high-end, luxurious gift. I don’t even buy myself overpriced gifts because I don’t have the money, I wish I did. In Honduras, a majority of people do tend to think that people from the USA have money. It’s astonishing how the people can tell that you’re coming from the US; just by saying a certain word in Spanish. But because not very many people know how the currency works, they will try to take you out of your money. It happened to me while I was trying to buy some candy. I only noticed until one of my cousins told me. But I really didn’t care since it wasn’t much. Knowing that, I could just imagine what they would do if I was a larger amount of
Enrique and many other Central American kids have a hard life. They come to America where they think their mothers will magically solve their problems because their mothers are supposed to be perfect. Enrique and others realize this isn’t true and goes on to accept it. Migrants resent their mothers a little bit, but come to start loving them as the migrants did before their mothers left. Migrants also learn about life lessons on the trains. Migrants learn that people should not be trusted, but not all people are bad. The migrants just have to learn which people are bad and which aren’t. Migrants also learned that you shouldn’t have high expectations of everything and also that you shouldn’t put your problems on one person and expect them to go away. You have to figure life out on your own.
Honduras was a part of the “Guatemala Kingdom” of provinces and was mainly settled by the Spanish for silver mining purposes. The northern part however was more resistant to Spanish conquest and was allied by Europeans and Jamaica. Honduras became independent from Spain in 1821 before becoming a member of the United Provinces of Central America. Comayagua was the capital at the time until 1880, it was then transferred to the city of Tegucigalpa. The social power in the book revolves around the government restricted many people ability to make a steady living and there is no way to move up in social classes.
It would not be in Tatiana’s best interest to return to Honduras. She would be in a country where there is no one willing to provide her with adequate support and care. Tatiana’s father is deceased and refused to acknowledge his paternity while he was living. See Affidavit A, B. Also, in Honduras, Tatiana’s extended family has proved inadequate and abusive in their care of Tatiana. See Affidavit A, B.
Nayeli had the need to travel to The USA to look for protection for her hometown after all the man left Tres Camarones. The same Situation occur with my family we had to come to the USA to find a better way of life. The situation Nayeli and her friends went threw in Tijuana my family also went threw. I can picture the atmosphere of Tijuana Criminals in every corner waiting for a perfect time to robe you. “Coyotes” that try to convince you that they will get you across the border but in reality all they want is your money. The dumpsters fill with trash diggers trying to get a few cans to be able to sell at the end of the day. And also that border surrounded by border patrol 24/7 stopping and killing peoples dream of a better life. Some of us can relate to this because we have been thru it
They reassured me and my family that we would be okay and asked once again if everyone still wanted to go. Everyone said yes, so we headed for the plane to go to Port Au Prince, Haiti. When we arrived we instantly knew we were a long way from home. The airport was a dirty, rundown building with no air conditioning and half of the lights in the building were not working. There were no restaurants or stores, it was a night and day difference from the Atlanta airport. The security consisted of dogs sniffing your bags, unlike Atlanta’s airport where our bags were checked using high tech scanning equipment. When we got our bags off of a barely moving conveyer belt, we were immediately greeted by Haitian men who wanted to carry our bags for money. This made me realize how lucky I was to have air conditioning, security and all the other luxuries I was so used to seeing. Even though before the trip, we were warned people would be constantly asking you for food and money, I was overwhelmed with sympathy for these people. These men were only trying to make money so they could eat, our translators told us the average pay for a day’s work in Haiti was $1.00. With our luggage in toe we headed for a bus that would take us on a two hour drive to La Gonave Haiti to meet
The environment I rise in was a great start in life were all we love together we help in all way never left one behind we are a great friends all ways we try to help all people to make a great community where you can have the freedom to play in the street but in Mexico this is kind of project never work a great country with bad people how don’t let Mexico became a great country and powerful Mexico need a change in all areas a new government a new people how really love the country that kind of people is what Mexico need in the command.
For many people this is the image that is conjured up when one speaks of third world travel and many times it is this way because of lack of knowledge or lack of resources about the country in question. It is also possible that the person may not have had the chance to study the country and therefore does not clearly understand what goes on there. So many people think that a trip south of the boarder will bring them nothing but diarrhea and hassles. This image is simply not what you will find.
Furthermore, and most importantly, this trip to Haiti represents the chance to value what I have. How many times I do not appreciate all my good fortune? I have friends, people who love me, basic needs met, goals, expectations and I don’t seem to always appreciate it. I think seeing the ugly, but honest reality and plight of the communities, that YourStory plans to visit in this trip, will allow me to open my eyes, and never shut them
Since moving to Texas, we have visited Mexico every summer and winter. I love everything about going back, from the long car rides, to my grandmother’s the face of when she sees us turn the corner. However, I had one very special trip to Mexico when I was seven that is still vivid in my memory. It was three in the morning, and we just started our trip to Mexico. I was uncomfortable and tired. I complained that it was too early to be awake and the big white trash bag on the seat was preventing me laying down. As my mother tried to move the bag, I asked what was in it. She said it was full of my old clothes. She then explained, that unlike me, some kids in Mexico couldn’t afford clothes.
As an immigrant, life in a new country brings many issue as a family adjusts to changes. One of the main issues my family has dealt with is financial issues. My mother came to this country after her divorce with my father four years before my siblings in order to have a home and stability for our arrival. She worked three jobs: house cleaner, dish washer at a restaurant, and taxi driver at night. When I came to this country in 2005, my mom had bought a small house in a good school area and she had gotten married. While we didn’t have plenty, we had enough and each other. Problem arose when my mom’s husband then took to drinking and became an unbearable alcoholic. In 2012 after many trials in their marriage, they divorced. Although my mom never
To sum up, like many other countries, Honduras is facing major issues with the government, poverty, and insecurity. Due to the lack of devotion for its citizens, corruption in the government continues with feet of lead since it is the form of wealth and power for personal objectives regardless of the town. Leadership corruption has created inflation, and a system of fear of great insecurity and inequality. An inequality that is transparent throughout the least fortunate civilians who live under traumatizing circumstances. As for my trip, being exposed to something like this has left me with a profound
Before traveling to Costa Rica, I had only traveled to one other foreign country, Mexico, when I was about seven years old. I have always cared about events and how people were treated overseas, but I never truly understood what life could be like elsewhere because I’ve always lived in my own little bubble, absorbed only by what I was seeing right before me. I knew traveling to Costa Rica would open my eyes and mind to life outside of the United States, but, going into this trip, I did not realize how much I could learn about the similarities between our two countries.
Last year I traveled to Guatemala, and met beautiful places, such as the lake of Atitlan. this place is impressive, to be able to reach the other tourist places, with an indigenous culture. you need to go by boat. At night is very beautiful, because there are bars, nightclubs. In that place live many foreign people since it is a very beautiful place. I also went, to Antigua Guatemala, a colonial city, where the houses are very old and baroque, its streets are of stone, that city is very beautiful, its churches are impressive. I gave a tour in a cart with horses throughout the park. Then I went to my hometown of Huehuetenango, where I spent Easter. There it is a very devout place, and with many traditions, in that week all the people make
I was raised in Haiti for eight years. Those first eight years of my childhood was full of joy and happiness. I played with friends and my sibling, ate, and went to school, and had nothing to worry about. It was not until a few months of coming into the United States that
There have been some drawbacks though from being in this country. Once I came into the states, my grandmother passed away and we were close. It was a strong dilemma because I knew I could not go back to Honduras but I felt as though I needed to see her. This is something that I have dealt with after her passing. These types of things occur and there is not much we can do to change the outcome of something like this. One day I will see her again and I cannot wait for that day to come. Another negative in this country is missing everything about Honduras, other than the safety aspect. I am missing my friends, the food, the job I had there (which was being a mechanic), showering in the river, and mainly the coffee. The coffee here is not as good as the coffee in Honduras. Lastly, as an immigrant you receive papers and they restrict you on many things. It is a struggle at times with these papers, however they keep me in this country legally. These are things that I had to leave in order to better my life and make something better of it. Every now and again it is a struggle but I know I am going to make it