Mexico

Mexico the land were you are guilty until proven innocent. While on my visit i witness a culture of honor and beauty. the beaches, the drinks, the woman, the weather. Most people i came across were honost and humble. The tourist were crazy wich is always fun. The trip was loosly planed, myself and my friends family took a white Ford F-350
down baha california desert terrain. However befor e even crossed the border my trip began. I go to school in Ashby, MA boarding school to be exact. So my trip began with an airflight. my frind and i took a six hour flight "including layovers." From coast to coast, when we arived to san diago we caught a cab to the international hostel of oceans beach.

The cab ride was exhilerating the colors i saw the moods i felt touched me, i live life toexpeiance what people take for granted coming from the northwest' rainy city of seattle, traveling to the seemingly freezing northeastern ashby, MA ( near fitchburg, 1-45min outside boston). The palm trees the wormth it all reminded me of jamaica the place were i can trace my heritage.