Three years ago I went to a trip to South America for
my 15th birthday. I went to Santiago de Chile, Viña del mar, Isla Negra, Buenos Aires,
Bariloche, Iguazú, and Rio de janeiro. I went with a couple friends we had so much fun
traveling that part of the world. One of my favorite parts of the trip was
going to Pablo Neruda´s house in Isla Negra besides the cold weather it was
such a cool experience. I was so excited to have the chance to meet the place
where he spent the most part of his life. On the way the flight was so calm and
nice. I spent almost all the time sleeping, but when we were coming back we
took a plane at night from Rio de Janeiro to Bogota. During the flight there were
a lot of turbulence, and flights usually don’t scares me, but in that moment I was
a little bit scared. Till stewardess was distributing the food the plane
started to lose altitude. I was between two of my friends and one of them began
to cry. I don’t even knew what to do. I was shaking and so scared. At the end
we had to do an emergency stop in Peru. In Lima´s airport. We all got off the
plane and wait there like one hour and a half. I was very bored and tired. We
all were sitting in a waiting room till other people were fixing the plane.
Then we all went up the plane again. This time the flight was calmer, and
finally we came back to Colombia. I was so happy to be back but at the same
time I was sad because the trip had ended.
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