The little place where I want to go back.
Since I was a kid, I always heard my parent's childhood stories and their good memories from their youth. My dad is Santiaguino, so I can often visit the places and neighborhoods where he grew up, but the situtation is different with my mom. She is Valdiviana and it was difficult to me to imagine the places where her stories are on. I always heard her stories about how she and her sibling went to the countryside to pick apples or castañas and eating moras from the zarzamoras on the sides of the roads. As a city boy as I'm, this stories seems strange and out of the ordinary to me. It was not until 2014 or 2015 -my memory is horrible- when I had the chance to visit for first and only time the city where my mom's family come from.