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People say I have an adventurous spirit. I do, but I would only go to the Himalayan base camp if I were to visit an aunt or my cousin. I go to many different places simply because I have friends and family members in other parts of the world. What motivates me is the longing for contact. Because of that, my last adventure was to travel from Washington DC to Milwaukee, Wisconsin to spend a month with my best friend. We haven't seen each other for over 11 months. For a person used to cities like DC, Wisconsin can be considered wild and remote. I love DC, it’s big, but it is not as chaotic as New York City, it is open, the parks and monuments make you feel special, politicians in suits and ties, high heels and fancy dresses are worthy of gala dinner. When the sun goes down, street lighting makes everything more charming, especially in autumn where the colors are bright and the sun sets early. It can be risky and expensive, the check procedure in every building you enter and tourists lost in traffic can be exhaustive, but you get used to it. Anyway, the city is beautiful even with its complications. At the end of November of last year I told my family that I was going to spend Christmas in Wisconsin, and the first reaction I got was “what are you gonna do there?!” They thought of Wisconsin as an inhospitable place that had nothing to offer. When I told my boss that I was coming to the country, she started laughing, as if I had told a joke. He told me that I would come back like a block of ice. I started to laugh along, but this time with nervousness for the harsh winter ahead. The image that my friends had of Milwaukee was a dairy cow farm and a barn every mile. I worried about not putting on a plaid shirt to join the stereotype but I took the galoshes and all the snow coats that I could carry in my arms because my suitcase was already overloaded with sweaters. At my stopover in Chicago I had to run across the entire airport, carrying the jackets, dodging children and ignoring the temptations of the food court so as not to miss the flight because until then I had only eaten 6 pretzel packs. 25 minutes after takeoff I was already in Milwaukee. After a warm welcome I was ready to go. “Cream City” is big, has beautiful park buildings facing the lake. But to my surprise, my friend did not live in Milwaukee, but in Iron Ridge, Wisconsin. I asked my friend what she was doing there, and she told me it would be a good place to raise the children. I asked myself what I was doing there, but I remembered it was a visit. To get to Iron Ridge you pass by farms, huge electric towers, and trails for snowmobile. Iron Ridge is a city with 926 inhabitants, has a Lutheran church, and the police station, library, and community center were all combined. In Iron Ridge, liked to hang out at the city's post office to have an excuse to leave the house in the middle of winter. When I arrived, the hunting season had concluded, so the neighbors were already hanging the heads of beasts and bison in their rooms. I had never seen bison heads before. The cars were all rusty because of the salt with huge holes in the body without the owner worrying. My biggest surprise was seeing people complimenting me because they knew I was a tourist. I was impressed how quickly a month passed after getting used to getting up late, watching TV series to kill time during snowfall and a flu. It was fun to spend so much time with my friend, but I bet Iron Ridge is even more beautiful in the summer.