This is a story of something that happened to us last summer. One night while we were having a relaxing dinner in our home we were watching a documentary programme, "Callejeros Viajeros". Suddenly there was a familiar face, a man who we recognise he was our school best friend, Jose Maria. What was he doing in Hawaii?
He looked very tanned, relaxed and happy. He didn't look old although he was 41 years old. He had very long dark hair because this is typical in men of Hawaii. Also he looked handsome and strong. At that moment he was wearing Hawaiian skirt and he wasn't wearing a T-shirt. He had changed a lot because when we were children he was a very traditional boy and he was very bad at sports. Who could believe that he was Jose Maria?
We remembered when we spent the holidays together in a small town where his grandparents had a big house. We always played with animals and also every day we went to swim to the river. We were really good friends, best friends.
We were so jealous, he made his dreams reality and we were working in really bad and boring jobs. At the time we were gloomy for us and happy for him. He won a lot of money as a professional surfer, enough to buy a small luxury hotel. I and my flat mate called him and we talked for hours. Finally he invited us to the island to stay one week in his hotel to remember the old times. Jose Maria taught us abit of surfing and we spent the best holidays of our lives.
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