I remember my father once made one and we helped him. Right in the middle of the special period. There was nothing to cook with. I have mixed feelings, I'm not going to lie, seeing you do that. On one hand I feel sadness, and on the other hand joy for what this adventure of making the oven and getting the charcoal represented in educational terms for Julito, as well as of course it fulfilled a need.
I can choose, however, to only focus on the positive of this experience and I see value and determination to move forward. Strength and joy. Also inspiration.
A huge hug!
Hello friend. For Julito it was an adventure he is, as they say, arrested or brave he climbs everywhere, brings us snacks, asks questions, is not far from the house. What is difficult are the nights of little sleep because if left alone he catches fire and turns to ashes, but the child does not go at night. Julito's mother wants him to have that experience but not to fall in love too much because he wants to study. I don't believe that, even you made charcoal. It's good that you read my experience, greetings to your dad.