I crossed the suspension bridge with the excitement and happiness of old times. Signing- like I did with my dad "this is the rio Quequen, repeat with me" Arriving to my childhood beach, emotions rush all at once. But almost immediately the sadness hit home.
This is the place where my mum was truly happy. She and I lived a whole year for those 2 weeks in January where I stayed in the freezing sea for hours and hours; played "paleta"; made ourselves like schnitzel (after a dip in the freezing ocean, we roll over the warm sand!); did Rollerblade in the casino skate park, played "tunasistesastorranteypelandru" (a very silly thongs game); drank mate for hours; eat white bite at the harbour; and so many more memories.... today, I could see her in every corner, at the beach, in the sea, on the 83 street. Too difficult to be here; we enjoyed a day of sand and sun and decided to leave.
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