A journey to Spain Hi, Jack, I’m sorry that I haven’t written for a while. I was on holiday I Spain with my parents and I had no Internet connection. We drove down from London to the south of Spain. It was a nightmare journey. Dad had never driven on the right before and he went around two roundabouts in the wrong direction. But he just stayed calm. All he said was “Oh, dear,” and did a U-turn in the middle of the road. I think he thought that the speed limit was not for British cars. He raced down the roads until the French police stopped him, and he had to pay € 350. Mum was not pleased! Well, after 36 hours, we finally arrived in the south of Spain at a place called Estepona. But I couldn’t really enjoy swimming and the wonderful weather because I spent the two weeks there worrying about the journey home. Anyway, as you can see, we got back home without having a fatal accident. Mum says that was the first and last time she went on holiday by car with Dad driving, and that next year we will fly. Have to go now. Bye, Bob