I remember my favourite holiday as it was yesterday. I was 12 (on 2006) and I lived in
Antofagasta, I wanted to see my grandmother because she lived in Talca (very very
far). The problem was, I was the only
who wanted to travel, my mother hates travelling, my sister prefer the
computer, my brother was a baby and my dad had to work. I insist repetitively
but I didn't have any hope, until one day my mother said we were travelling to
Talca in a week. I almost cried.
We were all on my grandmother's house
during a couple months. She was fantastic and cocked really delicious. That
summer I learned about her more than any other summer. I was with her the whole
day, every day.
With the family we were to different
places around Talca ( Curanipe, Curepto, Licantén, Copihue and so on) to visit
other families who lived there.
It was a magical summer and I wish I could
repeat it.
By the way, if you don't know the places I
talked about, you should search them, and maybe visit them, they are amazing.
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