The best holidays I have been to

 The holidays I remember the most was in a summer about 8 or 9 years ago in Quillota, a city in Valparaíso in Chile. That time I went with my mother and we stayed at the house of an aunt of my mother named Elisa. We were there for about 2 or 3 weeks, almost a whole month, although as it was a long time ago I don't remember many things, but it was a nice and quiet place.

Being there was like being at home, except that the noises of the neighbors were not heard, they were replaced by the sound of the birds. We also slept early and woke up bed earlier compared to a normal day to be energized the next day. Another thing I remember is that since they were a bit far from the market (because it was like a field where we were) they went to buy every month, so they didn't have things that were not essential for the home.

Undoubtedly, what I remember most about those holidays was when we start climbing a hill at noon and finish at night, the rest are memories without much relevance, for example, there I learned to make avocado, there I ate blackberries for the first time (although since that day I haven’t eaten again), I learned to use the sling and I also ate the best gelatin I have ever eaten.

And that's what I remember. I don't know where the photos of that trip are, but they weren't many either.

                                                                               This is not the place, but it was similar.