Last weekend I decided to go to my mother's house in the beach, near Tarragona, looking for the last swim until the bad weather.
My daughter and I have lost the train and we have to take the bus. With the bus the travel was longest than the train. When we arrived my mother's house has been painted and my beedroom has been turned into a storeroom. It was not comfortable and there were a very strong painting smell. And the worse: it rained all the weekend!