My best holidays

I don't believe in the holidays, I think is so empty travel only in a part of the year, and the rest only work. BUT I can't escape of the society rules and I have to travel in this time. 

All my life I've been on vacation with my family. Before with my older brothers and now that they are old and married, with my little sister. We love to travel to the central coast, specifically to a beach called Loncura, which is next to Ventanas and Quintero. This beach is giant and beautiful, very wide and somewhat unknown, which is good because it never fills up jaja. 

In the past, we stayed in the rooms that an aunt, my grandfather's sister, was renting. They were very simple rooms, with a cabin and a double bed. There was a wall that led to a kitchen with dining room, where we had the best breakfasts with bread and butter. 

I do not know how many years we went to summer to that house until the lady came to give her inheritance in life and her children wanted to sell everything. After that they put in plans to fix that house and sell it and not accept anyone else in the rooms. I think the best year of the holiday was when I was little and I could sit on the patio. That courtyard was the most beautiful thing in life. A giant esplanade surrounded by beautiful plants, four types of creepers and flowers, a thousand flowers. One could get lost in the bushes, and I loved doing that and imagining it was one with the leaves (what a hippie thing and I hate hippies). Then he spent hours contemplating the beautiful garden in that corner house, Auntie Rosa reading the bible for the same hours sitting there. 

So if I was not on the beach meeting a new friend every day and swimming like fish in the waves with my one-piece pink suit and my 11-year-old little belly, I was in that garden with bees. The rest of the time was spent looking at her husband, my Uncle Max in his radiator workshop. Sometimes trucks would arrive and settle in the other yard and spend a couple of days there for the uncle to fix. He would climb and do his magic. He died years ago. 

The aunt now, after her children banished her, lives in Linares alone and says she is very happy. Aunue we know, that like all the nephews, very much misses much that patio and its nature.