Where do I start *internally wincing at the trauma* So we get to the airport and we are waiting for about 30 minutes, then they come in with my grandmas cane, walker, and 7 huge suitcases. Then we have to check in all their bags, and i am dying because her bag is heavy as frick. Then we get to check ins for our bags and we all leave to get food and water and my grandma and my dad are still there and then my grandma comes up the escalator and my dad calls my mom and tells her to bring my grandma over and then he says that there was a knife in her suitcase, and then I am dying, I am hungry, i am thirsty and im just like get me out. We make it to the plane finally and they are sitting in the emergency exit and then they move seats and take someone else's seat next to me and my brothers because "she wants to sit with her grandkids" but I sure as hell do not want to sit next to her. They call a flight attendant over and its this whole thing. Then we got to brazil and I am starving because I dont want to eat shity plane food. We get pizza and it takes an hour and I am basically bawling because we were on a 13 hour plane ride and i didnt have any food. Then we meet with what si supposed to be an 8 person car but it is 5 person and this other car. So we have to call someone else to pick us up. Then they come and we can't even fit all their suitcases in the car. I am tired so I am getting mad and I almost punch my brother. So we get to my dad's cousin's house and they prepared a feast for us hallelujah but it wwas too good to be true, it was a 1 hr drive back to my grandmas house. We get there and the beds are so uncomfortable, there is no food and all the resturaunts are closed. The next day we go to the bech. It was disgusting the water was brown. Me being carefree and stuff, i went in all the way and then i got the worst ear infection of my life, my brother got a horrible breakout. yeah there is so much more but i will have nightmares if i keep talking about it
