Doña Francisca had been a friend of Cristobal's grandmother, he was born in the same town where Francisca lived, but as soon as he was one year old his parents moved to the city. However, every weekend, Cristobal's parents took him to the village to visit his grandparents, Francisca was always at her friend's house, so the boy and the old lady started to become friends.
Every time he arrived in town, Cristobal would go to Doña Francisca's house, he liked to talk with her, the old lady would tell him the history of the town, how it was before, who were the first people to live there, how it grew, what business came first, and so the boy would fill his head with stories.
When Cristobal was already a teenager he had an idea to make a blog about the town where he was born, its inhabitants, its culture and traditions, but Doña Francisca did not know this, the boy wanted to keep it a secret and then show it to her friend.
Over time, Cristobal began to have many visitors to his blog, people liked the anecdotes he told about Francisca, the town and its inhabitants, and how the young man described his friendship with the old woman.
One day, Cristobal decided to invest the money he was earning from his blog in buying a laptop and a wireless internet device, so he could stay connected in places where there was no internet service, especially in town.
Cristobal as soon as he arrived in town ran out of the car with his laptop in his backpack, he went to Doña Francisca's house, but did not find her, however, he knew where she could be at that time of the day, she would be taking food to his friend Pedro who was sick.
Doña Francisca was right where Cristobal imagined, the old lady was leaving Pedro's house with her basket, the boy sat down and asked Francisca to sit next to him, he took out his laptop and installed the device and told her.
_ I want to show you what I have done with the stories that you have told me for so many years.
She opened her blog and there was the picture of the town and Francisca, and below it the stories that Cristobal wrote. Doña Francisca was so excited she did not know what to do, she never imagined that the young boy would give her so much happiness to see how her young friend had published the stories he had told her since she was a child, and now many people knew her.
Cristobal was very happy to see the smiling face of the doña and how their shared anecdotes resulted in a successful blog about the town and his friendship with Francisca.
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Doña Francisca había sido amiga de la abuela de Cristóbal, él nació en el mismo pueblo donde vivía Francisca, pero a penas cumplió un año su padres se mudaron para la ciudad.
Sin embargo, todos los fines de semana los padres de Cristóbal llevaban al pueblo a visitar a sus abuelos, Francisca siempre estaba en casa de su amiga así el niño y la anciana fueron entablando una amistad.
Cada vez que llegaba al pueblo, Cristóbal se iba a casa de doña Francisca, le gustaba conversar con ella, la anciana le contaba la historia del pueblo, de como era anteriormente, quienes fueron las primeras personas en vivir allí, como se fue creciendo, que negocio surgió primero, así se iba llenando la cabeza de historias aquel niño.
Cuando Cristóbal era ya un adolescente le surgió una idea hacer un blog sobre el pueblo donde había nacido, de sus habitantes, de su cultura y tradiciones, pero esto no lo sabía doña Francisca, el muchacho quería mantenerlo en secreto para luego mostrárselo a su amiga.
Con el tiempo, Cristóbal comenzó a tener muchas visitas en su blog, a la gente le gustaba la anecdotas que contaba de Francisca, del pueblo y sus habitantes, y como describía el joven su amistad con la anciana.
Un día, Cristóbal decidió invertir el dinero que estaba ganando con su blog en comprarse una laptop y un dispositivo inalámbrico para internet, de está manera podría estar conectado en lugares donde no hubiese este servicio, especialmente en el pueblo.
Cristóbal a penas llego al pueblo salió corriendo del carro con su laptop en el morral, fue hasta la casa de doña Francisca, pero no la encontró, sin embargo, él sabía donde podía estar a esa hora del día, estaría llevándole comida a su amigo Pedro quien estaba enfermo.
Doña Francisca se encontraba justo donde Cristóbal se imaginaba, la anciana estaba saliendo con su cesta de la casa de Pedro, el chico se sentó y le pidió Francisca que se sentara junto a él, saco su laptop y le instalo el dispositivo y le dijo
_ doña francisca quiero mostrarte lo que hecho con las historia que por tantos años me has contado.
Abrió su blog y allí estaba la foto del pueblo y de Francisca, y debajo de estás los relatos que Cristóbal escribía. Doña Francisca estaba tan emocionada no sabía que hacer nunca se imagino que aquel jovencito le diera tanta felicidad al ver como su joven amigo había publicado las historias que le contaba desde niño, y ahora mucha gente la conocía.
Cristóbal estaba muy contento de ver la cara sonriente de la doña y como sus anecdotas compartidas tenia como fruto un exitoso blog del pueblo y de su amistad con Francisca.
