Twice a month we the weekend at my grandmother's house in the village.
We leave the city on Saturday morning and arrive before lunch.
My grandmother always prepares soup and chicken for us.
In the afternoon my father something in the house, because my grandmother lives alone.
My brother and I clean the garden and water for the vegetables.
At five we sit outside, and my grandmother tells us about the people in her old photos.
On Sunday morning we go to the market with her, and everybody knows her name.
We to the city at four, and the car is always full of fruit and vegetables.
My mother says these weekends are cheaper than a and much better.