It feels like summer

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This summer I'm going to do pretty much the same exact things that I do every summer, so, now I'm going to write about that things.

January
I have one big event every January, the greatest rock festival ever made in Chile: Rock In Rio... Itata. Yeah, almost the same but we added Itata (because the name of the river where the festival take place).  This festival is full of great bands from all over the place (Chile-wise) including mine. So I'm going to spend most of January rehearsing for this great gig, and by the end of the month I will perform in front of 10.000 people. Pretty good right?

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Rock In Rio Itata (2017)
February
February is dedicated to the family. I live far away from them, so I like to spend time with them during the last month before college. This year we have too many plans tho. I'd like to stay in home, go out a few times but my mom thinks that we are too lazy, so this summer we have to compensate it. Perú,  Arica and the south of Chile are our destinies. But man, I hope that after the first one we can go home and chill.

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