My best holidays

Well,

I remember that my best holidays were When went I went with my best friend to Buenos Aires.

In 2015 my best friend, whose name is Roberto, was heartbroken due to a very crazy relationship.

So, Then he with a broken heart told me. “Man, you can travel with me, everything will be a party” At this time I had been a father, my son was two years old,  but the mother of my son gave me permission, and at that moment, the party began.

We went for two weeks in September and we were only in Buenos Aires.

I remember the most times we were walking in the city.

We went to museums, libraries, coffee shops and to pizzerias.

And above all, we went to see many movies.

Also, I do not say that we do not go party…

It has been the best holidays because I could rest from my father responsibilities, I met another country and I help my brother with his pain.

See you later!