My worst holiday
Last summer, I was in London. I was with my parents and my cousins. When I arrived at the hotel, the receptionist was not there and I had to wait for an hour. While I was drinking a juice of peach, the receptionist arrived. He was cleaning the sheets of the rooms.
My cousins and I went to the room, it was big, cozy and had air conditioning.
Later we went to visit London and to visiting the big monuments and the beautiful bridge.
At night I slept in a room with my cousins. In the middle of the night I was very tired and I was cold, because of the air conditioning. I closed it. My cousin Daniel went to warn my mother that I was ill. My mother came to see me and I had 39º temperatures.
I was very bad. I hated it. Suddenly I listened to the doctor when he was talking to my mother and I went out running out of the hospital.
While I was running toward the car, an older woman told me that nothing happened. Later we went away to the hotel.
The truth is that I felt very bad, I couldn't enjoy the holiday as I always do.