My favourite celebration of the year

I could say my favourite celebration it's halloween, because it's funny wearing costumes, or christmas, because you dinner with your family and give/receive gifts, or maybe new year, go partying all night long; but definitely my favourite one is the independence day, september 18th, and well, all the week.

It's not because the "fondas", "terremotos", "empanadas", "cuecas", "asados", typical things of the date (that of course I like too). That week is so special to me, because every year I go to Romeral, a small town at the south of Chile, and spend the days with my grandparents. While my friends are in Santiago going to celebrate together, I prefer to spend the week with my family and grandparents. It's like a tradition to me.
Romeral is a small, boring and forgotten town, but it means a lot to me. I can find peace and relax in there, I can enjoy the amazing food of my grandmother, I can walk in the infinite grass and breathe clean air, and I can have a great time with people I love.

The last time I went was the last year. We didn't go to Romeral this year because my grandfather is not here anymore, but we remember with love all the celebrations of each year. We'll never forget the dinners, the conversations, each time we saw together the military parade at the lunch, the adventures at the countryside, the good times. I don't know what will happen the next years, but I know it will never be the same. At least I can keep the memories forever.