Of course, it wasn't easy to leave everyone else behind on this dates - christmas - , but however, it was a special chance to meet a wonderful unexpectedly new family I didn't knew I had. As I sometimes have said, my dad was born in Argentina, and some of my relatives still live there. In fact, this country had always appeared to me like that place, far away and barely real, where I have a few family left somewhere lost and where my dad spent his childhood. Oh, unknown truth. I was not even close to reality. Although it was a completely unexplored world to me and it felt a little confusing at a beginning, it ended up being an unforgettable experience.
I'll continue our story: we landed, at last. It had been a rather exahusting 13 hours. Anyway I managed to unite some forces to go along the rest of the day. But I had no idea how long that was going to be. Something I will never forget was the first moment, when we made it to my dad's hometown airport. An insane amount of people was waiting there for us, a wide sea of strange moving faces I had only seen briefly in photos. And some I didn't knew who they even were. I had a quirk feeling growin in my stomach. I was shocked. For some unexplainable reason I felt thrilled to meet all this people. They were family, my family. And, finally, I had the chance to know them. It was day 23 of December.