If I had to name anything, I'd say I really enjoyed going to Curacavi. It's a small town near Santiago, driving to the coast. We had a house there, behind the hills that surround the town. It was in a valley, in its east basin, named Pangal.
This is what the valley looks like:
Since I was 10 years old, we'd go there every single weekend, for 8 years. At first I hated it, but when the trees my parents had planted began to grow and the entire place turned green, I started to like it. I remember we'd sleep very deep for over 12 hours each night, because it was THAT pleasant. It was quiet, the air was pure and there were birds everywhere.
It was amazingly hot during the summer, but we had a small pool and lots of water, that came from a well. After a few years, we heard about this resort in the other basin of the valley. I don't remember its name, but we'd pack some food, bathing suits, towels and some other stuff and go spend the day by the shadow of their big trees and enjoying the cool water of their huge pool.
Those were good times. I enjoyed getting out of the pool, changing into dry clothes and sitting by some tree to draw or to write.
We sold the plot when I was 18, but to be honest... I still kind of miss it.
