Last week I travelled to France
with my family. The first day there were a lot of unlucky situation. The flight
went on for 2 hours to Beauvais, and when we arrived, it was supposed that we
had rented 4 cars and we had to lend a deposit of 100 euros. However, the
deposit ended up being 750 euros per car, and they did not accept my cousin’s credit
card. For this reason, we decided to take a bus toward Paris. Two hours and a
half later, we arrived to Paris and we were decided to take the direct metro to
Marne-la-Vallée, where we had the hotel booked. Nevertheless, we could not
advance from the terminal 2, since there were a lost bag in the metro which we
had to take. Everyone was evict from the station. Thus, we decided to take a
taxi toward the hotel. But before take it, I realised that my brother were not
wearing his bag.
At first, we though that the bag
lost were ours. This bag contained my and my brother’s nocturne lentils, which
cost 800€ each one, and my mother’s glasses. A total of 1800 €. After think a
lot about it I remembered that my brother had forgotten this bag on the bus. We
arrived to the hotel by taxi and my father moved some contacts because we were
not able to communicate us with French people suitably. The bus driver told us
that there was not any lost bag, so we gave up hope to recover it.
The next days were most common.
We went sightseeing, visited Disney Land Paris, climbed the Eiffel Tower and
took many photos. Everything went normal, but my brother felt melancholy
because of losing the bag. Nonetheless, the last day we were phoned by a worker
from the airport. A passenger had found our bag in the bus and had let it in
the lost object department, in the airport. We were very happy when we saw that
everything was there.
Definitely, it was a chaotic trip,
but despite everything, I was able to reflect on my life.