My Favorite Picture

My favorite picture is the first time we traveled to the beach. In this picture we can see my sister and me in a painting of Pablo Neruda’s face.  

This is one of the few pictures what we have at those years.

We visited Isla Negra, specifically the house of Pablo Neruda. I remember that we went in the yellow micro that my fathers rent with his friends, because none of them had money for the trip alone whit his family. In the micro we went singing and playing guitar all the way. 

I remember that we photographed in the prohibited spaces because we thought that we will never visit that place again. To be photograph ourselves my fathers had to get a lend camera because we didn’t have one.

Later, in the beach , we played with the other children until that arrived the micro with direction to Santiago. Everyone slept all the way until we get to our houses.