My best holiday

So, last post I talk you about where I would like to be in my dreamy holiday, but the awful truth is that Scotland will have to wait me for a (really) long time. I'm not that easy. I live in Chile, you now, a beautiful country, nice beaches, the Andes,  the Patagonia, Antarctica and a lot of places that you would love to visit. Seriously. I tell you because I know a many places here, but my best holiday (so far) wasn't in this country. It was in Camboriu, Brazil. Few years ago ( four, I think) I traveled with the classmates I have then. Regretfully, I don't have many memories of those days. I drank a lot of caipirinha and.... well, you know. Of course, I'll never forget the first day, when I and a classmate were in the hotel room, putting out our clothes from the suitcases and, suddenly, we hear a explosion and saw some sparks out of the wires past our window. We were SO scared when we throw ourselves to the ground. After a few seconds (or minutes, I don't know) we stood up and get close to the window. We look up, then to right, then left and when we finally look down (we were in the 5th floor) we saw that stupid pidgeon's head close to a body. It took us some time to realize that THAT provoke the explosion. I would say that it was totally R.I.P.: Resting In Pieces.... You get it?... 'Cause it explodes, it was in pieces and not peace exactly. Whatever.

It was a awesome holiday and someday I'll go back there, I know it.

I have always wanted to visit one of the United Kingdom's countries, but lately I have been reading about Scotland and, I must say, I love it. It's not about those extensive, green and beautiful landscapes, nor the haggis, one of their typical food that is sheep's pluck in the animal stomach, nor their delicious whisky, nor the traditional music with those bagpipes (ok, maybe is not the most beautiful sound in the world, but I like it) and is not even the salary that I could get working as a teacher there (at least three times the one that I could get here). Is, and I'm ashamed of this, because the skirt. Yes, you read it right, is because the man can use skirts. You know, like Mel Gibson in Braveheart. I would totally like to live there, make some new friends and spent the rest of my life looking for Nessy, the Loch Ness Pet (or Monster, but maybe is cutie, so it would terrible call it a "monster").

So I hope to travel there someday. Write ya later =^)