My Puerto Rico
My memories of Puerto Rico are as clear as its beautifulwaters. Every year when I visited Puerto Rico during summer vacation, mygrandfather and I would go fishing on a secluded beach. Our journey alwaysstarted when we took our first step out the door. After saying good-bye to mymother and grandmother, we were on our way, walking down a steep hill that ledinto the wilderness. The thing that fascinated me the most (except for thefishing itself) was getting there. We hiked past horses, cattle, other animalsand plants. Once, a bull escaped from the gated area and onto one of the dirtroads. My grandfather was very close to him and not even aware of the situation.Suddenly it ran toward him! Luckily, he escaped by running.
Carrying ourheavy equipment and wearing a lot of sunscreen made us sweat like crazy, buteventually we made it to the beach.
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