My best holidays

My best holidays were when I was twelve years old, I had to travel alone for the first time from Coyhaique to Yumbel, where my mom´s family live.
To go to Yumbel I had to fly from Balmaceda to Puerto Montt, then I took a bus to Chillán, which lasted ten hours. Finally, I took another bus to Yumbel. I traveled fifteen hours total at that time just to see my grandparents. I used to like to visit them a lot, but that summer something changed, I started to get bored with them. That´s when I started going out more with my uncle, he is a farmer so he always has something to do, and I used to think he was so much fun back then.
The routine with my uncle was getting up at six in the morning, eating something, and going to work. Working with him was the funniest thing that ever happened to me, basically, he was a reason why those vacations were the best, he was always telling jokes or remembering funny anecdotes to make me laugh. The main reason why this is my best holiday until today is that I will never forget how happy I was then.

This is the only picture I have from that summer, my parents and sister arrived when I was a week and a half away from leaving.