A journey to forget My story happened nine years ago, during Easter holidays. I live in Ferrol, in the north of Spain; and my parents and I wanted to visit their friends who lives in Valencia. One of my mother´s friend and her son came with us. Our journey started very early, because it was too long and we didn´t want to find traffic jams. The first middle was fine. We were using the instructions that my parents´s friend had told. But when we arrive in Madrid, we started to do a lot of laps around the M-30! My father was angry and he only shouted while he was driving! One hour later, my mother decided to stop and eat something; also answer to the waiter the right way. The problem was that we had to catch the Cordoba turning! My father still angry; therefore I had to drive to Valencia. I was a novel driver, so my mother was all the time told me that I went more slow. When we arrived in Valencia... I only wanted to rest in bed!