mi pololo pablo

I don’t like to celebrate Fiestas Patrias. I think is the worst holiday we have. I’m not sure about when I began to hate it but I suppose it was the first time I went to a Fonda. I hated to see drunken people dancing cumbia and talking so loud. And I hate the patriotism and the popular tradition to dancing Cueca and the expectation to the September 19 “Las Glorias del Ejército”.

 Although this year I had a different experience. My boyfriend is from Chillán and I took him to visit his family. When we arrived to the city the mother of my boyfriend took us to the mountain and we stayed in a fabulous cabin with a beautiful view to a river. His grandparent, uncle and aunt were waiting for us in the cabin with five “Corderos al palo” and a lot of potatoes and salad. And as I a vegetarian they cooked for me an exquisite cake made with vegetables and toast quinoa.

All the week we stayed there we ate a lot. Besides, all the mornings we went out to explore the surroundings and all the afternoon we played “Carioca” and “Poker” or we sang Chilean music while Pablo played the guitar and his uncle play the “Cajón Peruano”. I really enjoyed the past Fiestas Patrias because I have the opportunity to spend time with my boyfriend’s family that I really appreciate. And for the other hand, because my boyfriend and I count stayed far away to the city and to the all of problems, and calls, and responsibilities that make the life hard, excepting the English four activities’ that I made with a big smile.