Got my passport!
During my senior year of high school my parent took my siblings and I to Puerto Vallarta for a week. Half of the time we stayed with their friends and helped paint houses and the other half was spent relaxing in the sunshine at a beach resort. It was a nice little mix of some work and leisure.
It was definitely my first time experiencing a bit of culture shock. We went outside of the city to see the poverty. My family and I saw where people lived at the dump and brought donations; we also painted people’s houses and learned about a different side of Mexico the tourists don’t always see. My parents wanted my brother, sister, and me to see what the world looked like outside of our comfort zone. At the time, I was only 17, so it didn’t really phase me. But I think it really made me realize that life is not always just sunny beaches all of the time.