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.