Um unsere Verwandtschaft besuchen zu können müssen meine Eltern, Schwestern und ich immer runde 100km fahren, von Hilden nach Bocholt. Das ist for 22 years so we do often, we're used to.
But from year to year, this road trip into the pampas is exhausting. I always travel first by train from Bonn, was sitting in an hour regional express pleasure already slightly annoyed at the stuffy family car. It is a Zafira, not the smallest car on the market, but with three grown girls in the back just a bit tight.
And here comes the bigger problem: we are all grown up. As children, we slept in the car, Benjamin Blümchen heard or counted on the way back lit Christmas trees or Easter. Now try listening to one, while the other would like to understand the news and still others carry a conversation.
Actually, it fails because of mundane things: I am the air have liked to "feet" are, Mary vented to the "head", Evi, only the disc moves Papa it in the neck, no matter how you do it, and Mama a hot flash after another.
It really is time that we visit relatives in separate cars. Most of all I'm going alone are, with open windows and loud music!
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