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My Christmas gift this year was a humanitarian trip to Mexico.

   Mexico 2012 was phenomenal, and I'm not going to lie, but I wish I was still there.

Christmas day my family, including my parents, my sister, and myself, headed off to Mexico. We slept in Vegas on Christmas night, and headed the rest of the way the next morning. 

The plan was to cross the border at 1 p.m., but because of trailer problems we didn't end up crossing until 8 p.m.. While waiting for the rest of the group to catch up my family had some down time. We ventured to an abandoned Air Force base where my mother grew up while my Grandpa was in the Air Force. That base had been decommissioned leaving the place a ghost town. We drove into the cozy little neighborhood, and I felt as if I was in a scene of the Walking Dead. I was fully expecting for a heard of zombies to come and attack. We drove around to see if we could find the hospital in which my mother was born, and perhaps found it. I could have spent much longer there looking around and taking pictures, but left before my satisfaction was filled.

 After visiting the base we went and visited my aunt and uncle. I decided I would rather be outside enjoying the warm weather while I could instead of sitting inside on a couch. While taking the pictures I found it strange to find christmas lights wrapped around a vibrent green tree, and no snow on the ground. After a mini photo shoot with my sister we headed out to meet everyone just outside of the border. 

We crossed through the border without having to pay any taxes on the supplies we were taking across with us; last year we spend $900 in taxes. We then started making our journey to the Stake Center in which we would be staying at all week. We all turned our hazards on and made quite the site for the locals as a caravan of 10-15 cars, with flashing lights, drove 20 mph down the streets of Mexico. We all made it safely to the church, and diner was waiting for us when we got there. Once all the trailers had arrived we started unloading all the personal luggage as well as all the donates. After everything was unloaded, we made our beds and bundled up for the night.

And thus were the experiences of day one and day two.

To be continued...