Second Blog: The Best Concert/Holiday Ever...

Hello again! On my second entry I will be writing about some past memories When I went to Pichilemu in january of 2019. I went with my group of friends and mi mother, because our parents don`t like that we travel alone. But, we choose her cause my friends knows and love her. Basically, we went because we didn`t have a trip of fourth grade high school (sad, I know), all because the course had very marked groups, and every group wants to went to a different places, so we could not reach an agreement. For that, as a group, we decided to make a travel into the unknow (like Elsa), we we organize suitcases, buy tickets and rent some cabins in the place. We take this trip as a means of relaxing and congratulating ourselves on having finished the study process and after the last meetings, rehearsals and ceremonies that that last day entails. It took us three or four hours to go to Pichilemu, and in two taxis, our group finally arrive to the cabins. They were a set of connected cabins that shared a pool, hot springs, dining room and each with a table on the patio. They were located about 10 minutes from the beach, and we cannot wait or hesitate to run to the beach and take photos of everything. I don`t remember exacly what I do in what day, but we recorrimos Pichilemu, went to the handcraft fair, to eat crepes and empanadas, to the pool and hot springs of the cabinsferia de artesanías, and obviously to the beach. Also moments that I added to my mental favorites list, like when we put instantant soups in a bag and left it on top of the bus; This one hit a pothole, and the bag went flying to the head of a friend. The time when, swiming in the pool, we fought, those where those where one climbs on the shoulders of another, they form pairs and begin to push each other (my friends tried to do that with three people. It didn't work out very well). Or when in the dining room of the cabins, they were going to throw food, because every day the same food was made, despite the fact that there was left over from the previous one. Faced with such horror, we asked if we could take the trays back to the cabin and return them. Surprisingly, the cook agreed. When in the becha, a wake almost take me it almost dragged me out to sea, or when it became evident how few I go out, since we went out one day to walk along the seashore (all very romantic, ok no), I had my legs full of salt water, but I did not remove it , I just let it dry. Result, burned legs wherever you saw them. And yes, most of the accidents happened to me. Those and many other memories for which I loved this holidays. They were full of many funny moments and nostalgia, because, after this trip, each one would begin their university life, so we have been able to see each other a lot, but communication and affection are still there. That`s all for now, my people See you next blog.