Blog Post 4

 A photograph. Its story

Before the pandemic, my family and I went on vacation to the beach, we didn't go on vacation for years. The trip was quite pleasant, we traveled in a double-decker bus, I felt like I was flying, haha. When we arrived, unfortunately the day was cloudy, if my luck is incredible, but that was not going to prevent us from having a good vacation. In a few minutes we reached the beach and I was able to step on the sand and get into the sea, I have not done it in a long time, I was very happy. After staying a while we went to eat, but the food was not very tasty, then we went back to the beach. When we stepped on the sand, I couldn't find my cell phone, I looked everywhere, my backpack, my clothes, etc. and I was not there :(. Well, I said that I should be in the restaurant, so I came back and was not, it broke my heart, I had many important things: photos, contacts, etc. My family told me to calm down, to enjoy the rest of the day and then worry about it. We almost cried. We went back to the beach, to sit and play with the sand, and at that moment I found it magically, I was buried in the sand, I couldn't believe it, that day was the most tragic and at the same time, the happiest of my life.