EL Chu Chupacabras - Tiro de Gracia

The Chupacabras

Hi People! Today I will talk you about something scary, deeply scary and that still today make some of us cry when the lights are off. When I was a child, me and my sister didn’t watch scary movies, but that didn’t protect us form terrifying creatures, just like the Chupacabras....okay...that’s maybe sound funny and there is even a rap cumbia song named after this monster but when you are 7 years old and you hear that there is something near to the city who likes to eat cows, is smart, maybe an alien and attacks one carabinero...come on! That is freaking scary.

My personal history with the Chupacabras start when my little sister Fran and I go with our parents to a friend’s house. This house was on the limits of the city and when we arrive my sister and I were sleep and my parents decide to leave the kids in the car (them said that we dint want to come out) and go inside the house. When I get awake...it was night, it was dark, my parents were missing and I don’t now were we were. I wake up my little sister and together start to scream our parents name...and them didn’t answer. My sister want to go to the bathroom and we open the door of the car so she can make pee...but when we open it...I hear something on the shadows. It was big, it was bad and it want to eat us. We close the door as fast as we could and crying we laid down on the floor of the car. The thing move outside until....my mom open the door! The scary monster, the evil Chupacabras, was Trabuco, the big and old nice pet dog. My parents never forget themselves for this and remember this night (it were like....15 minutes?) like the night we face the Chupacabras. 

Hi People! Well  as you now, we are starting the semester, and that minds something…false expectations! We have to face it, we all make promises like:

-Never late again!-

Or

-Never again late on a test-

Or

-Never again be late  on a test and forgot my lunch! – And we can go on and on…

The point of new semesters are make things right, and make things right also minds ben realist. You will be late (more than you will be on time), you will miss a couple of classes, you will ask your friends for money so you can lunch and never pay (even if you tried...) and not all your works will actually work, you will fail. You will fail in to many things, things in what you will put your hardest wills and hopes, and you will fail. Also you are going to fail in things you didn’t tried, in things you should not fail and in things you should tried not to fail, BUT IT IS FINE.

You are not perfect, you are not made all of victories, you are made of mistakes and unexpected wins to. When you know that you are not always going to shine, is easy to accept mistakes and go on. That is what fails/mistakes/non victories are for, they are there, outside waiting for us to come and face them.

This Photo

This Photo is more than it looks, there are a Momy, a Dady and tree little (or not so little) girls, and that is my family (we also have a Dog named Perrito). We take this picture on our family vacations, in the same house that we did when we were young and since then we go to that house. It’s almost like we didn’t go vacation if we don’t go that house. The house is in front of mi grand mother’s apartment when she, my mom and my aunt live there. Is in the middle of Viña del Mar, and right next to the park were my mom and my dad study together wen them were young&wild hippie future lawyers (what a contradiction) and that is the same park were my sisters and I play and laugh (today we still play…but we are no longer aloud to ride the pony’s). That picture make my smile every time I look at it, and it’s kind of personal joy or a personal joke between our family because there are we, laughing and having a good time, and we don’t ned to be super expressive on the photo, just normal (natural) that’s the joke, we have so many stories on that one picture, that them cannot be take on one single picture. 

In order from rigth to left:

Fran (my little sister) Papi Mabri(my dad Mauricio) Sofi (my big sister) Doña Adela (my mom Adela) and Me (whit long hair c':)