Mauricio Martinez Garza, 18 – México

Triunfo Viajar solo con mi Madre, fue una experiencia tan increible, nos ayudo a ser amigos entre nosotros, nos ayudo a unirnos como nunca, somos inseparables, en el viaje lloramos, reimos, disfrutamos, nos caimos, pero aprendimos a levantarnos, nos fuimos sin saber el idioma del país (Francia, Frances) no nos importo, no fue barrera, viajabamos en metro, sin saber como pagar el boleto, lo hicimos aprendimos con señas, o con el ingles basico que conocemos, aprendimos a pedir la comida sin que el mesero supiera algo de ingles, nos perdimos en el dia y en las noches, sufrimos por que como Mexicanos estamos acostumbrados a salir de comprar para cenar en la noche, y ahi en Francia, cierran todo temprano, tuvimos que quedarnos en el hotel a comer de las maquinas que venden bolsas de papas, Gracias a mi Madre hoy soy quien soy, gracias a ella aprendi a nunca darme por vencido en esta vida, que no existe ninguna barrera para viajar, toma tu maleta y viaja.


Travelling alone with my mother was an incredible experience.
It helped us to become friends, to become closer than ever, to become inseparable.
On our trip we cried, we laughed, we had fun. We fell down, but we learned to get up again.
We left without knowing the language spoken locally (French, in France), but it did not matter to us. It was no obstacle: we travelled on the métro, without knowing how to pay for our tickets, using gestures or our basic English; we learned to order food from waiters with no English at all.
We got lost in the days and the nights, suffering as Mexicans accustomed to shopping at night and going out for dinner, as over there in France everything closes early. We had to stay in the hotel and eat potato chips from the vending machine.
I am who I am thanks to my mother. She taught me to never give up, that there is never anything to stop you from travelling – just pick up your case and travel.
Translated by Emma Howe