As I came back home, I remembered how wonderful was the voyage that I made to Italy. It had all started one day when my father took the decision to visit our relatives in that country and two week later, after packaging our luggage, we departed to the airport where our problems began.
As soon as we reached the airport, my father realized that there was no place to park therefore; we spent five minutes trying to park the car. When we finally found a place and we entered the airport, my sister became aware that she didn’t have her passport. We all despaired thinking that my sister had lost or forgotten the passport, but as quick as a flash, my mother found it in her bag. After that problem and even though all seemed fine, when my mother weighed the luggage, the person who did it, warn her that the luggage was too heavy and that she must leave some of the things out, but my mother denied to do this and my sister suggested her to put some of the thing in her handbag which was quite big. During all this time, my father was in the long queue ready to check in and later than all the previous problem with the luggage had finished, we join him. After half an hour we could check in and two hour later, we were on the plane departing to Italy.
Now, as I came into my home, I laughed when I remember our problems in the airport.
2007-09-24
04:57:53
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Lali
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