Unplanned holydays.

Thinking about holydays, I’ll say the one I enjoyed the most was the time I traveled to the south with my family and a friend's family. I was very little at the time (around 8 years old), but I remember the whole idea came all of the sudden and we didn’t plan what we would do every day. My friend’s family was moving to a rural zone in Pitrufquén and we got invited when they were still settling in.

We stayed for a month or so and we visited Valdivia, Pucón and some other places I can’t remember right now, sadly I don’t have any photos to show, because my family was very fond of photos in physical format, thus they are all at home in some dust covered album. Maybe it was because of how everything unfolded naturally, but I have a lot of good memories from that time; maybe it was the people I spent time with or some kind of weird nostalgia, but when thinking of holydays, this was the first memory that came to my mind.

I’ll be looking forward to read about your experiences!

Toltén river in Pitrufquén.