An essay about a trip to Mexico

Trip With Dad

During the summer break of 2003, I experienced the worst and nearly insightful trip of my life. My pascal and I left on the last month of summer vacation to go to Mexico. It was on that point that I fin exclusivelyy found my true inner self.

It all began when my dad picked me up at my house with a tiny, blushful Jeep that was packed to the roof with camping gear including twain enormous tents, an immense colorless ice chest, a pull together of canned groceries, a monstrous sized boom box, and another(prenominal) types of camping gear. If one did not know any better, you would return that there was a solid wall behind my result because you could not check anything else into the car. I was not able to fit my possessions into the car!

After I got into the car, we took an eight-hour drive to the San Quintin in Mexico. I was golden to get pass the border because my passport was not up to date and I did not have any acknowledgment cards or devices on me. Most of the time I was sleeping but when I was not sleeping, the coolest thing that I had seen for hours was a campsite on the way there.



I asked my dad if we could sleep there for a couple of nights but he has a one-track mind so he said that we could go there on the way back. The other thing I saw was some first-class surf and it killed me because I unconnected my knee a couple weeks before and I was fluid recovering from the injury. In fact I was still on crutches.

When we got to our destination, San Quintin, my dad took me to this hotel that he knew of...

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