Saint Patrick´s Day by Andrea

Saint Patrick, who lived during the fifth century, is the patron saint and national apostle of Ireland. Born in Roman Britain, he was kidnapped and brought to Ireland as a slave at the age of 16. He later escaped, but returned to Ireland and was credited with bringing Christianity to its people. In the centuries following Patrick's death (believed to have been on March 17, 461), the mythology surrounding his life became ever more ingrained in the Irish culture: He is most known for driving snekes to Ireland. It is true there no snakes in England- Never have been.

St. Patrick's Day is celebrated on March 17. On St. Patrick's Day, which falls during the Christian season of Lent, Irish families would traditionally attend church in the morning and celebrate in the afternoon. Lenten prohibitions against the consumption of meat were waived and people would dance, drink and feast--on the traditional meal of Irish bacon and cabbage.

Today, people of all backgrounds celebrate St. Patrick's Day, especially throughout the United States, Canada and Australia. Although North America is home to the largest productions, St. Patrick's Day is celebrated in many other locations far from Ireland, including Japan, Singapore and Russia.

An email from abroad by Andrea

Hi Iñaki!
I stay in Denver, Colorado. I´m here with my mother in summer holidays.
Everything is very beautiful! I love it.

We´re having a fantastic time here. We´ve been here for one month now.
For now, we´ve visited well-knowest places in Denver. The weather has been excellent,
but the hot burnt the streer in the day. The beach always is packed with people,
but everyday we gone to the beach, because it´s made a lot sunny. Then we travelled to LA
for one weekend. I´ve taken loads of photographs.

I love it there. I´ve made so many friends in the hotel. The people are very extrovert.
Oh! And the food is delicious!

I hope you are well and I look forward to seeing you when I get back next month.

Take care,
Andrea.

On the Road

It was a very, very cold but sunny saturday morning in Pamplona and my family were very excited because we were going to the ski slope. Everybody packed ours skis and a few clothes in ours cars. We goes in two cars because we were many people.

My uncle was travelling with my cousins. He was the first car and he was guiding on the road. The travel lasted approximately an hour and a half past. But, suddenly, in the car in which I was travelling we lost them sight. Then we stopped and we are trying to call them, but the phone did not have coverage. We all feel very afraid, but we decided to wait. Fortunately, many other cars travelling in the same direction We decided to ask for help from a very nice family that stood by our side. They were very kind and When we arrived at our destination, we find our cousins and uncles in the ski track.

They told us that he had tried to call us, but there was no coverage.
This experience we frightened lot, but at the same time it was very exciting!