I remember when I was 19 years old or so, I went to La Guajira. I decided to go because I found out a friend of mine was living there. After picking up my bike at my dad’s house, I put on somechanged my clothes and fillfilled up the tank with gas. As I was driving, I didn’t see a pump that was close by to a school. My bike broke down and I had to call back to my house to ask for my brother’s advice. I almost gave up aton fixing my bike and thought about turning my phone off and just headheading all my way back, but my brother calmed me down. I broke up the right mirror while working on my bike and I got even more angry when I heard that somebody yelled at me “stupid”yell “Stupid!” at me while their car disappeared fromin the distance. After my bike was nice and sound, I triedreached looking for my phone and forto my surprisedsurprise it was dying, so I had to plug it in atinto my bikesbike's charger and I kept on going.
Long story short, I had a blast while being therein La Guajira, and I still remember it aslike it just happened.
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