Homero, my best man.

Today I'm gonna talk about my favourite animal. The decision was very hard but I decided choose the dog. This is a very simple choise, but I believe that the dog is the best friend of man.
Today it's very common to find a dog in every house: everyone has one. They are tall, others are small, black or white. Sometimes from various colors.

Who awaits you when you come home after a long day?  Don't matter what or when, your dog always will wait's you with a big smile and encouragement to cheer. If you had a bad day and you don't want anything with anyone it doesn't matter because at your home always will be your best friend waiting for you: your dog.
Homero is my dog's name. I've had it for nine years... He's a little old but I believe that we still have much to share together.

When I get my own house I definetely will have a dog. If it's posible, I hope to cross Homer with a dog and get one of their young. I really love dogs, especially mine, because I can talk him when I want, when I'm sad or when I comet some mistake.. It doesn't matter what he never will judge me.
If I have to choose between Homero and other criature... I'll always prefer my best friend :).

The Upcoming Summer

 

Since I got into University (2013), I haven't had a complete holidays (corresponding two months), because I had to do summer courses 2 following years. So, this year I can finally rest and travel wherever I want.

Every year since I have memory, my family and I go to Viña del Mar; we love that city, so we always spend 2 weeks at least to be there. This year, I will do the same, but with my school's classmates. We pretend to travel on January and stay there at least for 10 days. 

After this trip, my girlfriend and I will go to Argentina. We pretend to get there by car. 

This is a journey we have been preparing a long time ago. First, we have to calculate the number of kilometers there from Santiago to Buenos Aires. Then, we have to fill up the tank of the car. Finally, we must buy some food for the road.

We pretend to get into Argentina on February one or two weeks before entering into University. By then, we'll have enjoyed the most of our holidays.

There is just one thing that makes me think about these plans. And is that I don't know if my parents will want to travel somewhere else at February. If they do, I will have to say no, because this trip to Argentina we have been planning a long time ago. Furthermore, we have already saved several months for this "adventure"