Ruiz-Hopkins family
It was the 30th of October, we woke up early to start our ”7 to 8 hours” road trip with Dash. We would drive from Forres, in Moray (the northeast of Scotland, straight to Staffordshire, in the west midlands, England.
As soon as we headed off, the weather was constantly shiftin (typical UK), we made some stops along the way so Dash could stretch her legs…and pee and poo. Halfway we stopped to get some lunch, I ate chinese food and you ate a burger. It seems like while we were having lunch there were some crashes on one of the motorways, this caused some heavy delays.
It was a very long drive, there was a lot of traffic and it was getting dark. I was afraid we wouldn’t make it on time for the dinner, but after 10 hours we got to your home.
We had a wee and left Dash, then we headed to the pub. We were super tired but there we wee waiting for my parents to arrive, a bit nervous. My parents finally arrived (a little late), they said the way got them a little confused.
We entered and everyone was introduced. My dad doesn’t speak any English, and most of your family doesn’t speek nor understand Spanish so I had to translate all the conversations.
I was feeling a bit dizzy because of the trip but we all had a good time, we ate great food, had dessert, took a family picture and then each of us headed our own ways.
I’ve got to admit it was a little overwhelming for me. I was very tired, dizzy, speaking two languages all the time, but everything went well. I hope next time I don’t need to be anyone’s translator and just enjoy but hey ho!