The Great Journal of Rosa!

My home sweet home

After a really crazy fly on the plane all my family and I got to Mexico. Everyone, including me, were so tired but that was just the beginning of our new lives. I certainly was exited to see again all my friends, sadly that didn't happen, we drive to my home to leave all the overwhelming suitcases and just grave the needed and head towards Tecomán, Colima,  were my mom's family lives.

Once in the Bus Station, we travel all night and next morning until 11 am to reach our destiny. Honestly, most of the time on the bus I was reading on my cellphone some WebToons but my sister was complaining from time to time because she said I'll get blinder.

Our stance in Tecomán was so lovely, we feel a strong bond that we forget while living in the US. or that's what my sister, Claudia, and I thought. All mornings, all the family gather to eat breakfast, it usually were pambasos or tacos.

We went to the beach a couple times and threw myself from a huge slide, I remenber that my little cousin, Cesar, made fun of me because I scream all the times but, Who wouldn't? I mean with the water flowing you gain so much speed, plus those close curves, and  the rubber lifeguard, no, no, no, I felt that in any moment I would lost the course and fell; That slide was actually murderous.

All that precious week ended so quick because the next Monday father was going to star his new job and I had to study for my SAT that was the following  Friday and Saturday. So, within the week I did not study one bit, in fact, I put my ¨Changarro¨ which is a little street sales post were I sold all our the unwanted belongings in pretty good conditions.

My daily routine was pretty boring except the reading time, that was the best part of the day. Wake up, eat breakfast, sweep and mop the floors, put my changarro, eat meal, close my changarro, sweep and mop the floors again, go to sleep, and repeat, of course I took any chance I got to read.