My Italian Vacation
It was a long climb, probably the longest climb I have ever attempted, When I reached the top I felt that I would collapse any minute. My legs were numb, my clothes were all wet out of sweat and I was completely breathless. Even though I felt completely exhausted, the climb was well worth it. What I saw up there was a memorable and probably the most spectacular view I have ever seen. The wind blew at its strongest at the very top, pigeons were all over the place, and the Sun felt as if it's concentrating its light only at this very top. The view was the best part of it all, looking down at Rome from the very top of St. Peter's Basilica was and always will be a memory that I will never forget. It was this exact event that made me think to myself that I was glad to have come for this remarkable Italian adventure and I would never cease to forget such a wonderful vacation.
It all started out when my father had a call from his boss that he had to travel abroad to Italy to finish some work that the company assigned him to do. My father decided that he would take the whole family with him to see and feel the European life that Italy had in store. I wasn't hyped about it at first, I thought it would be a disaster, I felt that we wouldn't fit in. In the end I was convinced that it would be a nice change to visit and explore the very first European city that I would go for a trip to. When we arrived at the airport and were going to board the plane, I was surprised that there were tourists from everywhere around the world! Tourists which vary from the far Eastern-asian continent to the the very western part of africa. The airplane was striped Red and White and was spectacularly big. The inside was very advanced too, almost every seat had a television linked to it to watch movies! I was glad then that I would be occupied throughout the whole flight and not sleep out of boredom.
The flight was 6 very long hours, I had already watched 3 movies by...
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