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Post 4: Pastimes and hobbys

I think that I am a person who could have more hobbies, but actually has more pastimes. Now, I am studiying at the university and my course (journalism) is very broad. For that reason, I'm learning and doing differents things -wich are funny too- all the time.

But, when I'm unoccupied I'm spending a lot of time reading things about my course, or books about fantasy, crimes and any history that might be interesting. I like to see these histories turned into movies. And, ussually, when I'm not listening radio or reading thes newspapers, I see documentaries.

About two months ago, I learned how to take pictures at the class of "Fotoperiodismo". With the girls who lived with me, and a camera loaned by the university, I tried to take differents photos.


Now, a few days ago, I downloaded Doulingo to practice my english. But, when I saw the available languages, I check the option of french and i liked that. Since then, I practiced a lot and i took that as a pastime. Maybe, it will become a hobby.

Althought I have a few of hobbys.

I believe that my olddest hobby is reading about Vatican. I love to know about misteries and conspiration around that institution. For that reason, one of my favorites movies is Angels and demons, inspired in Dan Brown's book (wich is one of my favorites books too).


For a while, I liked making murals and draw. Also I played instruments like trumpet and trombon, in the orchestra of my school and town. But, i stopped doing both of them.
At the moment, my current hobby is participate in the social organizations at the university.

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