When I was little and lived in Morelia, i used to go the countryside with my family, because where I lived was a small town. One of the experiences that I remember a lot was when I traveled again to Morelia and one of my aunts invited us to a party that we had in a nearby town and we had to go to a town where we had to travel by boat to get to the town called the Pacanda where was the party. When we traveled in the boat it started to rain and the boat began to move very ugly, and as I have a trauma with the sea I started crying and laughing at the same time because I was nervous that something bad happened. When we go to the Pacanda, when we got off the boat we had to go through a bridge that moved a lot, after getting off we went through the town and it was very lonely and you had to ask a lady and she told us that the party started at night, So we just went through the town and we had to go back because there was not a place to stay to rest.