As soon as I got my dear little Andrea (who wasn't that little anymore) to my arms I realized how much I've missed her. Even though, I only get the chance to see her every two years, I love her the most. She is the smartest, cutes and sometimes the most annoying little girl I know, haha. The days we spent together I tried to make it the best for us. I turned to be a kid again with her. Andrea made me jump and play on trampolines, she made me giggle like a little girl before going to bed and I even found myself running around the house with my face painted and doing the indian dance, there's nothing I wouldn't do for my little sister!
Andrea lives in a small very peruvian village, Chicama, in the middle of the big corn and sugarcane fields. I loved the place, it's funny that we live in places so different, but I'm happy that she can live in Chicama. It's a quiet place where children can play outside safely, where everyone is somehow related to one and other or at least knows each other, where the whole community works for the common well-being, and for example Andrea's grandparents have a farm and a vineyard where they take care of the animals and can live a very down-to-earth kind of life. It made me think a lot about my childhood and the places where I grew up. I've always been a city girl, but now I learned to love the countryside. I think the environment where Andrea is growing up is ideal for a small child like her. I wish I had the opportunity of playing on the streets with all my cousins when I was a child or for example having chickens or getting our own eggs from the backyard... I'm very thankful for the big family of Andrea's in Chicama for making me feel like home, for letting me into their lives and showing me places around. I'm thankful because I've found one place more, where I can feel like home.
