Hello, Goodbye. I take my first step and duck my head into the too small plane. My nerves start to electrify as the realization sinks in that I am going to be in a different country in less than two hours. The minutes seem to drag on and on as I listen to the guy next to you snoring and the kid behind me kicks the back of my chair. The pilots’ rough voice comes on the intercom and says “Howdy folks, Just want let you know that we are getting ready to land and we should be there in about ten short minutes. “.

Then I sites carefully, but don’t understand anything the Mexican lady is saying. Ten minutes go by and I hear the screeching and squealing of the airplane’s tires as they hit the Mexican runway. I feel as if I’ve spent decades waiting for this moment and I can’t believe that its finally here. I step out of the airplane and the awful rotten stench of Mexico hits me in the face like a brick wall. It smells like pigs, turkeys, and cows, mixed with a dumpster. But, then I start to look around see that the smell is the least of the problems in Mexico.

There are cement houses lined side by side and dogs and kids running around on the dirty, crowded, sidewalk with no shoes on and no parent’s in sight. Not only does it smell terrible but as I look around and see the brokenness that is Mexico I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. I squeeze into an fifteen passenger van with twenty-two other white people. The ride there is rough. No one is wearing stables and I literally fear for my life because there seem to be no rules for driving in Mexico. No one obeys the road signs and there seem to e no driving lanes.

But it is well worth the wait because as soon as I step off that van at the children’s home two little girls run up to me and are cling to my legs for dear life. I am filled with so much Joy that I don’t know what to do with myself. After I gather my composure the host shows us to our rooms. It’s a lot better than I expected because when I walk into the room there are four single beds with sheets, blankets, and a chocolate placed on the pillow. Then I think to myself “l thought we were here for a mission trip… Not a spa vacation.

All throughout the next week I continue to be amazed by how quickly I am falling in love with the crazy Mexican culture, the cute little kids that have Just one pair of shoes. Everything I see makes me want to stay. But, it seems like I’ve Just blinked and it’s now Friday; my last evening in Mexico. I blink again and its Saturday and I feel like Vive only been in Mexico for one perfect day when in reality it has been a long, heart breaking, fun, bittersweet week and I don’t want it to end. I have shoved everything I can into my suit case that once med so big but now it’s like it’s too small.

I step outside, suit case in hand, and try to swallow the lump of tears in my throat. It seems like I Just said hello and now its time for goodbye. I say goodbye to the kids with tears going down my face. They ask when I am going to come back in their broken English. And I manage to choke out the single word “soon. ” The plane takes off and I lose control. I know I’ll be back but it seems like too far away. I can’t wait to go back and say “hello, goodbye” again. Descriptive Essay By irreproachableness