“Sunday Ritual”

Today I am going to talk about something that I think is a personal ritual. This personal ritual is always the same thing, always the same activities. It is more like a family ritual than a personal ritual because I make it with my family and we do always the same things, but sometimes some of them change, but just a little. And there are some days that we are not able to make it because we have something else to do or somewhere else to go or something like that.

 First of all I did not thought of it as a ritual at any time. That word never came through my mind. It provably never came through my mind because I enjoy it and I am also sure that no people in my family have thought about it as a ritual for them because it is normal for them and for me to do it every Sunday.

What I do every Sunday is first wake up in the morning from my comfortable bed and really costs me a lot because I would like to still be sleeping and dreaming in my bed. I open my eyes like at ten o’clock in the morning and the first thing that I do I to see the beautiful day that it is outside, or it could be a rainy day too through my window by the left side of my bed, but I am still in lying in my bed getting some more resting hoping to not to finish the day because the next day is Monday and I have to wake up early and go to school. Then after fifteen minutes lying in my bed awake I get up and I get out of my bedroom and go to say good morning to my family in home. I wait a little more and then I go downstairs cross to the left and go to the kitchen to go to eat my delicious breakfast that my grandma has made. Most of the time I eat ranchera eggs.

 After finishing breakfast I go up stairs cross to right and keep walking straight until I enter my parents’ bedroom and then cross right and enter the bathroom to go to take a shower. I take the shower after my brother had finished because he always takes it first, he always beats me I do not know why, maybe because he is faster than me, and then after taking the shower I get dressed and I brush my teeth. Then we wait for my dad to come back from the gym and wait also for him to take a shower and to be ready.

Then when all my family is ready we all go downstairs get out of the house, go to the garage and get inside of the car and my dad drives to go to the church. The church is inside of a condominium named “Santa Rosalia” and we have to park the car, but it is difficult to do it because there goes to many cars and there are no more places near to park the car when we get there so what we usually do is that my mom, brother, and grandma get off the car and go inside church to grab a spot. I stay with my dad and go to park the car and then walk to church. We stay in the church praying and listening for like one hour, sometimes we could be more some time in there but it depends on how long it becomes.

Then we go to eat at some restaurant. Every Sunday is a different restaurant. My brother and I get to choose sometimes but some other my dad chooses because he is always on a diet because he is a bodybuilder and has al lot of competitions. He had won some of them; my dad has a lot of trophies in home, some of fist place, some of, second place and some of third place.

Then if we want we go to the mall to buy some stuff. Then we all go home and get ready to the next day.

So this is what I do every Sunday, this is my personal ritual, this is my Sunday Ritual.