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Beach holidays

There is also the day when the Happy Family, after years of refusal and not legitimate, he left for the week of the sea at the end of June.

The day of the decision and the announcement was incredible, and still can not believe the week if bathing is not already come and gone. The pater familias
spoke at the dinner table. As on the day of the Annunciation's annual garden.
"Eora"
And the faces of the children already here, which already presaged misfortune, began to turn more and more on their plates, their foreheads beaded with sweat cold
"x hours"
eh no, but it is not possible, the garden We have already placed, we read in
eyes "that the crompemo TICKETS par 'Ndar the sea" ...
looks appalled by the rise of pasta dishes: sea?
And it was the sea. With lots of towels and costumes, family and friends to go by car to rent.
Children fainted.

Obviously, for a family organized as HP is at historic lows, going on vacation all five together down a long odyssey of cabinets and cases for the preparation of intelligent storage and the attempt-to-weak to forget when at home the lowest percentage of essential accessories for a vacation at sea.
This preparatory movement was coordinated by the Organizing Master-mom-said simply, that sounding the depths of a wardrobe, accompanied by constant preaching to prepare the bundles, tried to stem the damage, starting all at the beginning of May.
Obviously his advice to anticipate the task were not followed, and then the night before departure, the only exchanges to be prepared were those prepared by her, while the remaining four family members were busy filling backpacks and suitcases with the technique of ' suction turbine (ie grab everything that happens in your luggage and thrown in a random vortex, without particularly caring what you do is taken and no particular difference if it was to be placed is a pair of pliers or a dress for dentists swimwear).

Then, the departure. Ah! To follow the classic vein
alternative that distinguishes every HP initiative, defining the character very disorganized and bizarre, the pater familias opted for an airline to start setteequaranta. That means a car to start seiinpunto. That is a wake up call to cinqueprecisesenonprima.
Considering that the overwhelming majority of the family was awake until two o'clock, the workers in the preparation of their baggage, it is quite tiring.
In particular, it was exhausting cram into the trunk of the car faithful two bags, a trolley in the shape of a tiger, a rocking horse, a guitar, two beach bags full, a shoulder strap and a backpack in a provision Mosaic and which seem complex and unstable. Unstable so as to ensure that, whenever the door was opened a store forgot to add,-which occurred at an average frequency of a store every three minutes and twenty-seven seconds-all its contents fell to the ground in a general uproar, while the pater familias remember the name of the Lord boldly, and then started again resigned the frame, forced to find a new strategy to accommodate the new piece of the puzzle.
departed, therefore, to seiequattrominuti, with a rebuke of the PF for the delay, and thus accompanied by basso continuo for the first four kilometers to the tune of "no posibie x, is in the house, always late, if no party ever righteous "(ad lib fade). The provision
mosaicale trunk, then, was reflected in the backseat of the car because HP is not the three little children traveled together a long time. So it was a shock for parents and children discover that the trio of dolls that once fought the space to stretch your legs and rest his head on the seat had been turned into a trio of mammoth no longer fought for the sole purpose of saving oxygen deficient in that area by car.
But one way or another, departed.

The first four miles, as stated above, were accompanied by a grumbling father. Added to this was a phenomenon that I doubt any family to miss the start: the return. Yes, because as a father at the wheel can withstand extreme impulse of obedience that unleashes the stony and tearful request "Dad, I forgot the phone, go back"?
This is repeated from two to seventeen times-this record was recorded in 1932, when a family of eight members, including seven women, were forced to walk in a back and forth between the house and the train station a distance equal to three times the total that would be due to arrive at the destination resort-at regular intervals but always longer. Indeed, if the first reverse gear is engaged the first Output from the driveway, the last U-turn will be made to three and a half kilometers from the gate. Airport, is clear.
These factors slowing adding the occasional screeching halt due to a pedestrian crossing in a family of quails forty-seven composed of elements, but it is quite rare.

parties, then. And miraculously, the number of returns was limited to two storms in a relatively short time.
Like a pair of tight jeans fits to the shapes of the wearer, while enlarging and softening, allowing the thighs of the wearer to breathe and think they miraculously lost weight, so the car will adapt to the shape of the three young mammoth, leaving hands free to do at least the hand movements necessary.
This was not just positive, at least for those who lived in the front seats.
fact, to remedy the serious lack of sleep, the trio had dedicated bananas wake up in the sacred ritual of coffee, gulping down an average of three cups each. Considering that two of the three had never tasted such great drink, the effects were deleterious. The machine imploded
notes.
Each of the three young men, of course, perfectly functioning iPod with load attached to the ears, excited from the start and finally managed to caffeine, he began to hum, exponentially increasing the volume, and squirm in a small space allowed on notes and rhythms as diverse as the then three brothers and three songs to play, all created an unbearable cacophony, the driver in a crescendo of tension and passion of the singers, more and more excited and passionate and have fun in their singing performance ... A second before the explosion of the pater familias, to what was remedied: an iPod-one! - Was connected to the radio, and heard a song at a time.
Unfortunately, the pace accelerated by caffeine meant that the time after which the three were already tired and they changed the song-hassle Ipod to take command of listening-swaying among the fifteen seconds and the minute and a half. An unsustainable rate for parents who, seeing as the only alternative at the same time feel to sing songs of Lady Gaga, ACDC and The Beatles, resigned, demanding but at least a temporary truce to their ears.
It was therefore decided that we would have heard "My Sharona" in religious silence.
the third "Myyysharona" But the tension and desire reached peaks unruly, and the trio broke into a choir that did not stop to the airport, if not for any breaks exclamations such as "between what we get?" I forgot the power of the camera! Come back! "And" Oh Dad, you're doing more than a Fiat Idea! ... And a Wolksvagen of 30 BC! What scrauso ", ruling that prompted a sharp acceleration abruptly.

It was only after an hour and a half away, in different rhythms, but still unsustainable, with caffeine the effect was more and more empty, than by a thick mantle of clouds opened a gash from which flowed a ray of sunshine to illuminate the airport!
The arrival and parking, and late dry just enough to annoy each part family-including the rocking-horse, were one, as well as landing and unloading of luggage: a bound HF got out of the car, grabbed the bags without regard to order and trotted towards the entrance, the trolley that stumbled in escalators and feet stumbled to sleep.
The arrival at the check-in, a minute before the close of the piers.
"Happy Family, yes. Yes, three children ... Here, s. .. The passport? No, I do not have a passport: it is a domestic flight? .... What do you mean you need a passport? The photos of the children? Yes, they are minor, but ... Tell me you can catch with the bags? "While the four
disorganized paled to the lack of supporting the two younger brothers, the Master Organizer sneered scornfully.
Then, with a dramatic gesture, like a veteran card player who shows off his aces, he took out his passport. With gesture of a fan-light movement of the wrist and the air-sufficiency even in the face, emerged from behind the book documents the pater familias-flap! Right-and daughter-flap! On the right-.

then remove the front of the shocked children and husband, went to the check-in. He put the documents.
"here are three passports. Yes, the other two children are in mine. Here are the bags ... Yes, the tickets give them to me. Thank You "

Turning then to the astonished" go, dear. "

The vacation was saved.