Spain my vacation from hell

Spain The Vacation From Hell and probably the shortest one in my life!

I was 16/17 years old and the summer vacation was coming near. My mother suggested that I spent

it with my father, partner and his partners granddaughter. I wasn't really that keen but I didn't want

to be left in the house for two weeks on my own.

The night before I started packing and got everything I needed for the two weeks we were going

away for. We were going to stay in a small villa in Andalusia. The pictures looked nice and the area

was very remote with a small pool outside. As you know I had a trust fund account which was made

for my future. For some reason my dad paid for the vacation and then I had to give him my share of

the money from my own trust fund. In other words it wasn't a family vacation. Apparently her

granddaughter had to pay her share as well. I don't understand it. My dad and his partner went away

for most of the year on cruises and they wanted me to pay them!

That night my dad drove to the side of the house to pick me up and I accidentally bashed the rear

door against the wall. It was totally his fault as there was a huge space of driveway but he always

parked near to the wall. He then started yelling at me saying was my fault, even his partner agreed.

We drove to their home had dinner and I was sent to bed at around 8:30pm.

The following morning we all got up early (I really don't know why) and we drove to Cardiff which is

only two hours away. We met up with my dads partners daughter and granddaughter. We went back

to the hotel. The granddaughter shared with her mother and I had to share with my dad and his

partner.

The following morning we all took out flight out from Cardiff to Malaga. We arrived at the airport

and went to get our hire car. For some reason my dad had hired a manual transmission car which he

hasn't used in years so all the way from Malaga airport to the villa the gears were clunking, the

granddaughter was yelling at my dad and there was our first row of the vacation before we even

arrived there.

We arrived at the villa and settled down for a few hours then we went out for a meal. After the meal

we went to a grocery store to get what we needed food wise for the one or two weeks we were

supposed to be there for. My dad spent about two hundred euros in food for the four of us. Every

aisle he went down the granddaughter would always tell him of for buying unhealthy foods.

Surprisingly there wasn't a row there but there soon was...

That evening over dinner outside at about 7pm hell struck! We all sat round the table for dinner and

my father started talking with his mouthful. The granddaughter told him off for eating with his

mouthful and my father got into a rage and his response was 'your mother had the filthiest bathroom

I've ever seen in my life'!

That was it, i knew the vacation was going to be over and it was. The following morning we all flew

back home and left all the food to the travel rep.