The town I visited in my country

Last Easter, I visited a town called La Grita in Sancristobal state, Venezuela.  I went to visit my second family and I did not what to expect. But when I arrived in Sancristobal,  I saw the town fixed up and so pretty, wow I fell in love! 

La Grita cannot be described in one word. It is many things: little colonial streets, small beautiful village. It is a town where there`s always a lot to do, a town that surprises me. A town with people who are very different but have something in common -- the kindness with which they welcome you, the politeness.

I meet people who are valuable for what they are not for what they own. When they ask you what you need, they say it with their heart. The walled town is mysterious, magical because there are many churches is phantasmorics. It is full of history and full of stories that are written everyday on my facebook page to share with my friend here in Venezuela. Tranquility -- in other places I was one more tourist but in La Grita all the people want to talk with you and show you the town the passionately love. After a little while you discover that you do not want to be anywhere else.
This a town that grows and flourishes and becomes beautiful everyday; a city of happy people gauchos who love their land and do everything possible for rest of us to fall in love with it.