My first holidays, out of Spain, were when I was 10 years old. I was very nervous before cached the plane. After an hour and a half we were in the middle of the airport of Stansted, London. We had lost the suitcase and we were getting angry. Specially my father. He was tired and the idea of spent the whole rest of the day waiting for our suitcase. As soon as we got it, we went to the hotel. Then we walked to Picadilly Circus. At night, I was in the bed thinking of all the things that had happened until this moment, when suddenly my father entered to the room asking me if I would go for a walk. I was surprised. It was late. The rest of the week passed very quickly. We did a lot of different things like visited Green and Hyde Park, Harrods, Oxford, …
