My favorite tv show when ia was a child was The ThunderCats. It was  an American/Japanese animation based on a group of cat-like humanoid aliens.I satrted watching it at 7 years old in 1989, but the tv show started before in 1985 and actually finished in 1989. The history was about this group of alien cats who escaped from their planet of birth (Thundera) after its explosion. They traveled to the Third Planet to build a new life there, but in this planet lives the mutants, a group of enemies who depend of their boss, Mun Ra. The enemies makes efforts to  steal the "sword of augury" who had the capacity to see the future, and contains the spiritual power of thundercats. Obviously thundercats won every battle. I enjoyed every season because i was identified with the hero, Leon- O, the leader of the thundercats. I have the memroy about one specific chapter: In the begining, the thundercats should choose to their leader, and  they made a competition between them self. Every one had differents habilities and disabilities, and everyones had the option to be the leader. Was very interesting to me as a child, see this kind of competition. Even Leon-O won the challenge, the others respect him and enjoyed his triumph. Now i think that is the idea of colaborative work what i loved of this tv show.

Thirteen years ago i went to Machu Picchu with my best friend in this moment of my life. There were almost fifteen days in the zone, visiting all the touristic places. Even more than remember the name of the places, the history of Machu Picchu etc., i have two exceptional memories of my travel. The first one, a kid of eight or nine years old who was in the Cuzco square. He knew diferent  topics about many differents countries in the world, and he used to tell you : "Hey, where are you from- Chile- Ok, the money of Chile is El Peso, Santiago is the capital, etc", and after this speech, he asked one dollar, and the same ritual with other tourist from Brazil, Spain, Italy. Was very amazing. The second one, a history of white humor. When we returned of Machu Picchu by train, the rail had a problem, so we had to finish the travel to Cuzco by taxi. The horror started when we saw that our driver don´t knew how to drive...we had to develop our courage and endure three large hours of fear in the way. In 2014 i want to visit Cuzco again. I hope enjoy new adventures like these.