Camping

A couple of years ago, the backpack, tent and my boyfriend have become my best travel companions. Whenever we can, we travel anywhere, but generally to the south.

A long weekend, we traveled to the national park “Siete Tazas” with a group of friends. On the way we met a couple who was going to the same place and until the day of today we are friends.

The second night of camping, stood the very dark sky (no moon) and began to get very cold. We didn't understand anything, did not know what was going on. In that, we decided to enter a tent all together and play cards. Suddenly began to "rain", I put it in quotes because in reality he was hailing, only that we had not noticed.

In the meantime, some of my group the friends got lost, because it ran out of battery of the flashlight. Only we listened to their screams in the distance, in the middle of the absolute darkness. Those of us who were inside the tent we did not realize the hail until they reached the boys lost thanks to the light of a light bulb that had to turn on my boyfriend to enlighten them. After a while step the worst best, it began to snow. We went to bed and the next day dawned all white.

The image of the nature dressed in white at dawn impressed me and the cold no longer mattered at that point.