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Years ago, when Dad was alive, we used to go camping every year this time of the year. A mountain here, a river there, a hidden gorgeous beach, anywhere Dad found interesting, always for 7 days, the “good” week. In the first years that I remember camping, there was no electricity, no running water, and no any of this modern life things we don’t seem to be able to live without.

Setting up the tents was fun, and to be honest i would never get it right the first time. I always had a tent for myself, being the only girl, therefor i had to set it up myself. I remember deciding a few years i would sleep in the back of the pickup truck, it made me hate mosquitoes, but i have to admit the sky was always spectacular.

I made some good friends, because for around 10 years we always went to the same place to camp. There was a huge family every year there as well and they had kids, many kids. I would never see them or get in touch with them throughout the year, but when the camping trip was over, we knew we would see each other next year.

And then, there was a year when we didn’t go back. Not there, not to camp anywhere. And this week, every year, is different since then. We go on vacation together, or on our own, or simply stay home, and someone always remembers, or maybe someone dares to mention it because I’m sure we all remember, and while all those weeks were definitely of the best weeks, and we laugh while remembering, it hurts not to have them anymore, and i know we could have them, but they just wouldn’t be what they were, simply because we are 4 instead of 6.

Here’s a pic, I think we were in a beach in the northwest of the country. I believe this tent was the food tent.

From right to left: a girl who used to take care of us, a friend, Rafa (my brother who is not with us anymore), Dad, me (and i’m betting those were not my sandals, i would always forget or lose my sandals), Oscar (my brother) and the huge cheeks belonged (in the past because he lost tons of weight) to my cousin Miguel (who used to go on vacation with us quite often).

1. skeemer Says:
   March 31st, 2008 at 10:55 am

   That’s sad that they ended, but I’m sure having those happy memories all together helps, too. You sure look funny in those huge sandals. ;)

   cheers

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