My Childhood.

Since my dad is a dentist, I had a very particular childhood when it comes to food and smells, I didn't have the typical childhood full of candy, in fact I couldn't eat sweets or chocolates or biscuits or anything like that. So, I maybe broccoli and its smell would be representative of those years.

My first childhood memory was when I had almost 3 years and my mom was pregnant, my grandmother and I had a surprise for my mom's birthday, and the surprise was a doll. In that time we were living in a house with a very narrow stair, so when we wanted to give her the present, and go down through the stair, we fell down and hit our heads. My pregnant mom had to rescue us hahahaha.

I learned to swim and ride a bicycle when I was five years old. I learned to swim in a friend's house with a guy (some kind of teacher) that I called "Feo", because my mom think that I MUST know how to swim in case of emergency. I learned to ride a bike in my condominium with my dad as a teacher, it was fun.

I believe I had a really great childhood :)

A Magic Country

One of my favourite things in the whole world -besides to know other cultures and history places- is be relax and sleep a lot, but also I love to hang out and go to parties. That’s why I would love to visit Brazil. There, at day, I could go to beach, swim, rest, and look at the amazing landscapes. And at night I could go to clubs or go to dancing in the streets.

Brazil is a country of Latin-America with tropical weather and very nice and cheerful people. In this country is very common see people with tiny clothes or in swimming suit. Also, at night, in some cities or towns, celebrates small parties at the street with people dancing around. In this country there are, also, a lot of tropical animal, which ones are very colourful and weird. 

But even though I always love this green country, I'll go only in plan of vacations, because I think that maybe it'll lost the "shine" for me. It like when someone lives at the beach, those people don't go every day at the beach so desperately during the holidays as the people who live in Santiago or in any city without beach.