The green green grass of home

I really like green thing. Since I was a child I've something like an obsession with that colour. I think it’s because I've always live in the country, surrounded by big trees, flowers and bushes. You know, I grow up in a green environment and, obviously, I learn to take care of it. For example, I don’t like cars, so I try to avoid it’s use. I move to a place to other walking or using public transportation. Bicycle? Nah, I don’t like them. No especial reason, I just don’t like them. And that’s something I hate about Santiago, everyone feels a compulsory need for a car. You can see everyday people riding alone in their cars and that’s, in my opinion, stupid. Is so pollutant, noisy, slow (oh, c’mon, if there were less cars there would be less traffic jam). Why don’t they share their cars? That would be useful. I think. Even more helpful than donate to any ONG. I know, it helps to donate a ONG,  but in Chile the people is not that “green”. Personally I don’t so it ‘cause I don’t have the money to do it. But, in fact, is easier to share a car. It’s even less expensive, because you can split the gasoline expense. Again, that’s just what I think. Another good idea is recycling. You know, divide the trash in plastics, metal, paper, organic trash, etc. A container for each one, with a different color to make it nicer. The problem is that you have to transport your own trash to a recycling place, because doesn't exist a recycling culture big enough to have garbage trucks to do that for you.  If everyone change some habits, it doesn’t take any effort even, Santiago would be a very nice place to live. As my hometown. So, think about it. Please, do it for yourself. to. Write you later.

The Power of Six (posts)

I used to read books since I was 4. My mother is a teacher in a little school by here, and I used to go regularly to the library. It wasn't until I read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone that I become a book worm (I'm not sure, but I read a lot anyway).  I've a read a lot of books, science fiction mostly, like Harry Potter’s saga, The Lord of the Ring’s trilogy, Sherlock Holmes’s stories, inter alia. Yes, I like english writers. Which is my favorite book? My favorite book is…. is always a hard question, because I love Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix, but Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows has an amazing story (or, I could say, I lot of amazing stories, like the one of Snape, that, I must say, is my favorite character ever), BUT, my favorite author is sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Why? ‘cause he’s awesome, that’s why. The last book I read was I’m the Number Four, a book about an alien, a lorien, which comes to the Earth running away from mogadorians (another kind of alien). There’re nine lorien in the Earth, they've to be killed in order and the mogadorians has killed 3 already.  Is a short book, I read it in 2 days. Personally, I like it, but isn't a good book. I would not recommend it, except to someone that really loves science fiction.

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 =^)