A few days ago I e-mailed with a good friend of mine. She is a french girl who
I met two years ago in a trip that took place in Ireland ,we were in the same
house. And talking with her made all my memories came back to my mind like a kind of flashback. I remembered that
beautiful trip and all the good moments I spent in there. The first time I met
her we were very nervous so we didn’t started to talk to each other
immediately, but as the time went by we started to became good friends. We were
the same age so it wasn't difficult to have things in common , we both liked go
cycling and taking pictures, so the father of the family borrowed us some
bicycles and we used to go cycling before dinner and go to a beautiful river to
talk and to take pictures of the view. The family was also very friendly , I
remember that every Sunday they used to take us to a place called Kinsale , it
was a charming place, I don’t even know how to explain it ,Kinsale
is a small town located in the south of Ireland ,it is a place worth to
visit. The first time I went there they took me to a small beach, the beach was
incredible I think I’d never seen one like that one , the
sand was white, there were small boats of different colors in the water and
kids playing in the seashore. I think I’ll never forget the moment I put my
feet on the water, Camille( my french friend) told me to get inside the sea ,
she told me that the water was warm, but I knew that that wasn't true, but what
I didn't expected was that the older brother of the family was behind me
waiting to push me inside the water. And he did, I felt shocked, so I couldn't barely got out of the water
because the water felt like ice for me, but know I still laughing when I remember this moment.
