Monday and Tuesday were spent wandering the city around my grandmothers house. We went over old photos of my great grandfather and his life and his kids since then. We walked around the city and found the Museo Nacional de las Intervenciones. This is where the fight with the U.S. took place and my great great great grandfather fought during that war. He fought and when they thought he passed away they came and told his wife he was dead, she then died of a heart attack that night. This was the patriarch of my family. My Great, great, great, grandfather. He was not the kindest man, but very respected. We we walked past the museum that still holds the bullets holes from the battle. It was crazy to see them all. Seeing the past and where it all led up to, I hope I make my grandfather proud. I never knew he existed until a few months ago. Now i wish I knew more.
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AuthorReggie is a college gradute with a degree in English. She loves traveling and hopes to one day stay on the battle field for missions. Life is a book and everyday is an adventure, follow her on this journey and see the world through her eyes. Archives
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