Many people say that Friday is the best day of the week, and I agree with that. It was December 16, 2011, a Friday, and it was the day that I was going back to Colombia for my winter vacations. I had been waiting for this day for six months now, and time has past incredibly fast, luckily. My flight was scheduled to go at 9:18 and land 1 hour later, and it did. When I arrived at Barranquilla´s airport, my grandmother and my 30-year-old cousin were waiting desperately to pick us up and go home. When we all got out of immigration and got our bags, we all met outside. We were all happy, especially my mom who hadn't seen her mom in six months. When we got home to my grandmother´s apartment, we were welcomed by my cousins and aunts, and they made us a very good dinner.
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