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The smeel of the cow's milk

  Lately i have often remembered my childhood. I always talk to my friends or family, remembering times gone. I talk about fun situations or family trips that I would like to repeat. The food is my best memory of my childhood, because it transports me to the south, to the river Calle Calle, when we used to prepare a fire on cold nights and share a roasted fish. I remember that I was 10 or 11 years old, my parents and uncles were younger. In general the atmosphere was very entertaining and carefree. I remember that in that river i learned to swim, because it was quiet but sometimes it was very dangerous because of currents. My grandmother was the best swimmier in the family, she had the perfect tecnic for floating. I also remember our walks in the hills and especially the smell of cow's milk.   Every morning my grandmother would prepare breakfast for us, to start with a lot of energy. In conclusion, i believe that my childhood had the best of my life and i remember it with

My best holidays

 I think it is very difficult to decide when my best vacation was, because all of them have been excellent, but if i have memories of vacations that I traveled with all my family and more people (friends of my parents), i think it was in the 2014 in Valdivia.  We arrived at my great-grandfather's house in a small village, near a river. We all stayed in the same house for more than a month. I remember that everything was very crazy, something funny always happened when we went for a walk in the mountains.  I never forget when my uncle fall and rolled . She threw everyone in line and we fell like a ball. I also remember the fishing trips in the river, they were quiet and silent afternoons. The best part was when we catch some fish. I remember that we all ate from a couple of fish, it was little but it was very symbolic.  I would love to be able to repeat these situations, but the house is gone and we are not all here.

Brazil and his people

I've always dreamed of traveling to Brazil, because when i see pictures of that place, i want to live there, meet the people, the beaches, the climate, and mainly to know the culture of sport. Brazil is known for its high performance in sports, that is why i would like to learn how the sportsmen of that country live and train. I have a friend who lived there, and he always tell me that life is so hard in Brazil. The "favelas" are one of the places that i would like to know , because of their history and because of the reality of their country. My family always tell me that is so dangerous, but i like dangerous things and i like to know other realities, to value my life and my loved ones more. The people, their landscapes and the sport (voleibol) are my main motivations, i hope some day to travel with some friendship and nothing bad happen to me