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Day Seven in the morning and felt the alarm signaling the beginning of our journey back to Concepción. My parents had to take the flight Puerto Montt / Santiago at nine o'clock, but my father wanted to be "before." Because we slept together, call Teresa, Matías, Juan Carlos and I, and military sonar alarms, extrañay tango-everyone in the room jumped from the bed to welcome this gave , that was just beginning.


not remember very well the order of things, but after they left, the three sisters are dedicated to packing the few things left to load the trucks. Children, especially those pre-teens in all its morning glory, would not cooperate much, but thanks to a few brief positive incentives (Christopher poh already! Martin, how many times have I told you to brush your teeth!), It achieved its full support in this difficult task.


When seven people, two couples and a mother with her two children, decided it best to get seats rotate among the "Cloti" and "Chancha." During the first leg, Juan Carlos and I would go in the van (pork) with Matthias and Tere. After lunch, on the other, that is, to Carol and children. After a long journey and a brief radio conversation, it was decided to stop at a trucker chopped. Three chicken with rice, two tamales, a pot and a plate of beans with reins later, we left ready to continue our noble path to a future, until then, unexpected.


"Tere" radioed Carola kilometers before arriving to Concepcion.


"Tell me, Caroline"


"I need to go to the oil pump's take the truck"


"Ok"

The children were so excited
not only because the next day were coming to Santiago, but because in a few moments they would see the LED. Under the agreement, Christopher and Martin could not get home until Carola revenue with them so that the dog was found with all three together and not separate. The reason? Very simple: they occur would not fight over who saw the first LED.


An hour and a half later, both trucks began the pleasant climb up the hill toward the house. Upon arrival, we found the nanny Teresa who was waiting for us with the two dogs. Mathias went to leave, because the bus is going on in the evenings and employees leaving the house at the foot of the hill and had completed his last shift. Meanwhile, my two sisters organized the dinner that night. Carola said over and over again that he did not care if the next day had to get up at six o'clock, Arjona not missed it for anything in the world.


As was the end of vacation, we went to buy some goodies to celebrate at the supermarket down the block "The Bed Pan." To be frank, was a local medium, a cross between Big John and Ekono, but it had everything. On the way back, Matias came to us telling the tradition of the fire on the groom's bachelor party. Honestly, a few extremists, or whatever ... welcome Mechona falls short compared to this, at least in the universities allow the new to keep their clothes while collected money.


After lunch, everyone went to the room he belongs. With Juan Carlos did not have much desire to see the Festival of Viña because there was no artist that interested us. Martin, however wanted to see Arjona's mom. Tere invited him to watch the program in his room because Carola, after all what he said about not losing it, she had fallen asleep. Arjona was lost. Martin never got to the part and I happy I went to sleep thinking that tomorrow would be in my house.