When I was young, my family, my father's friends, my mother's friends, my brothe's friends, my friends and I went a jouney to the mountain. I can remember the whole day well but I remember clearly the worse thing that it happened that day.
First, we arrived there at nine o'clock and we put our things near the laske. My father and his friends started making the lunch and my mother and her friends were helping them and sunbatted. My brother and his best friend told us that they didn't want to stay there so they decided to explore the forest, and me with my friends went to the lake.
By the time to have lunch, my brother and his best friend, Jon, hadn't arrived, so all the people started founding them, but one our after, they hadn't appeared. I remember that it was stressful. I also remember my mum crying.
But finally,when the night arrived, they appeared. All the people ran to hug them and started making questions but they didn't answer them. So now, we still don't know what happened that day, but we don't care.
Not in the sense of a two-fingered salute, probably. This is the blog of a class of Basque students studying towards the Cambridge First Certificate in English.
What a mystery! I can imagine how worried your parents must have been.
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