En el Rancho de Michoacan

By Yamile Mendoza

I went to Mexico to visit el Rancho in Michoacan when I was 3 years old.
I was so little that I didn’t knew how to walk and talk. My mom gave me tortillas con frijoles.
It smelled like coffee and it smelled like the house was 300 hundred years old.
We had to use the restroom outside because they didn’t have no restroom inside.
We ate tacos al pastor, pollo, frijoles, nopales,and tortillas en el Rancho.
It felt like I was en el Rancho de Zacatecas because it was very weird.