Then on Christmas Day I went with my dads side (which by the way he has ten siblings and only one bathroom imagine that), and then I had a quick mass because we are all Catholic and my uncle is a priest. Then I pigged out for the second time. I ate tamales, enchiladas, nachos, pan dulce, a lot of soda, menudo, and some cake. I really wasn't feeling good later that night, so I had to drink some Pepto- Bismol and everything became OK. The next couple of days I just saw all my family then I saw the Dallas Cowboys take a disappointing loss to the Philadelphia Eagles, I was very depressed that night I almost cried myself to sleep.
The night before I came back to the freezing cold of Minnesota (which I despise) I went to Juarez to visit some of my family and we had loud music and a pinata which by the way I had accumulated the most candy that anybody else. The next day I came back to Minnesota (depressed), and I was pretty angry the whole trip, except when I was eating some cotton candy (which I stole from my sister's purse). That was my winter break to El Paso Texas and I can almost assure you it was better than everyone elses (Once again I chuckle).