
When I was a child with my grandmother we used to go every summer to the north side to Arica. This city is beautiful with beaches, full of palm trees on the streets, people from different parts mostly Bolivians and Peruvians. I have excellent memories from those summers. In this place I used to visit to my favourite aunt, the sister of my grandma. She was so nice and she was always happy to see us
. The last summer that I was there every thing was different. My grandmother was six so I went with a friend to visit my relatives but when I arrived to my aunt’s house she was different. She was old and sick and soon she died. Well I was there with my friend and we were teenagers so I had to recover and to enjoy this city. Arica was totally different when I was there for last time I met a lot of people, I had a lot of parties and every day was fun full of activities. In the mornings my friend and I used to go to the beach, and there we sold necklaces, bracelet, etc and all the hippies were around us became our friends. That summer was sad but at the same time it was really fun.
. The last summer that I was there every thing was different. My grandmother was six so I went with a friend to visit my relatives but when I arrived to my aunt’s house she was different. She was old and sick and soon she died. Well I was there with my friend and we were teenagers so I had to recover and to enjoy this city. Arica was totally different when I was there for last time I met a lot of people, I had a lot of parties and every day was fun full of activities. In the mornings my friend and I used to go to the beach, and there we sold necklaces, bracelet, etc and all the hippies were around us became our friends. That summer was sad but at the same time it was really fun.