Favorite Place
A Place You Have Lived
I’ve lived in a few different houses during my lifetime, but none compared with my grandma’s house in Guadalajara, Mexico. I remember it as if it was yesterday. When I was thirteen I lived with my grandma for four weeks on her ranch, and can say that it felt like home. I have always enjoyed traveling to Mexico and the best part about my trip was my grandma’s house, it’s been my favorite place to live.
Every morning I woke up to the sounds of cows mooing right outside the bedroom window. The bright sunshine always shined upon my face causing me to wake up and also filled a very calm breeze that would travel around the whole house. The aroma of hot chili peppers in the kitchen, the delicious tamales and homemade warm tortillas my grandma would cook me were mouthwatering. The house had four bedrooms, two bathrooms and made of red brick. The floor was a solid dark black marble. The kitchen was so small you could not fit anything more than an oven, four chairs, and a sink.
My cousins Mickey, Isaac and I would go outside to the front of the house to play a game of tag. The view of the bright orange sunset and the sound of the water dripping serenely from a rock fountain looked like a portrait. There was a steep road down the house, about 20 feet long with a beautiful rocky fence. The front yard consisted of golden dried grass and an endless baby blue sky with cotton candy like white clouds among the horizon. Behind the house there was a never ending lake. I could see the reflection of the sky in it. I and my cousins would throw pebbles and rocks. The day I had to leave I cried a river. I didn’t want to leave my grandma’s house, I wanted to stay much longer but my trip had to come to an
I’ve lived in a few different houses during my lifetime, but none compared with my grandma’s house in Guadalajara, Mexico. I remember it as if it was yesterday. When I was thirteen I lived with my grandma for four weeks on her ranch, and can say that it felt like home. I have always enjoyed traveling to Mexico and the best part about my trip was my grandma’s house, it’s been my favorite place to live.
Every morning I woke up to the sounds of cows mooing right outside the bedroom window. The bright sunshine always shined upon my face causing me to wake up and also filled a very calm breeze that would travel around the whole house. The aroma of hot chili peppers in the kitchen, the delicious tamales and homemade warm tortillas my grandma would cook me were mouthwatering. The house had four bedrooms, two bathrooms and made of red brick. The floor was a solid dark black marble. The kitchen was so small you could not fit anything more than an oven, four chairs, and a sink.
My cousins Mickey, Isaac and I would go outside to the front of the house to play a game of tag. The view of the bright orange sunset and the sound of the water dripping serenely from a rock fountain looked like a portrait. There was a steep road down the house, about 20 feet long with a beautiful rocky fence. The front yard consisted of golden dried grass and an endless baby blue sky with cotton candy like white clouds among the horizon. Behind the house there was a never ending lake. I could see the reflection of the sky in it. I and my cousins would throw pebbles and rocks. The day I had to leave I cried a river. I didn’t want to leave my grandma’s house, I wanted to stay much longer but my trip had to come to an