Before travelling anywhere, I always think of the worst thing that can happen. Will the airplane crash, will I get stuck in security? So, I always ask my parents if dreadful things will happen. They always assure me that everything will be alright. Parents always prioritize making sure their family is feeling well. Before taking off to Santorini I asked my mom, “Will the plane crash?”.  

 My mother looked me in the eyes and said, “It won’t crash.” Thankfully, she was right. After we landed and retrieved our luggage, we found a taxi driver that took us to our hotel. When we arrived, the taxi driver sped away and left us there. The humidity made me feel like I was inside a volcano. There weren’t many people around, it was much quieter compared to Tirana. The building was white and had geometric windows and doors. The top was blue, and the front steps were decorated with pink flowers. Finally, a vacation.  

We walked through the door and my father gave the receptionist the documents. He took them and went behind the desk. He came back up and said loudly, “You won't be staying here.” I was shocked at this statement. How could we not be staying at the hotel? I looked over at my sister and she scoffed at the receptionist while walking to the couches. My father forced him to check again.  
 
He harshly said the same thing as before, “You won’t be staying here.” My mother frantically sat down on the brown couches, looking for her phone, searching through her messages. She rapidly called the travel agency demanding an answer. They told her they would figure it out.   

My father, not wanting to deal with the situation, said we were going to have lunch. When we returned from the restaurant, I eagerly went to my mother asking her, “Did they respond yet?”   

My mother shook her head. Annoyed, I walked in front of everyone and ran to the hotel. The rest of them slowly followed. When we arrived, we all took our seats. I felt as though I was about to explode. There was so much anger built up inside of me. It had been four hours since my mother had sent them a message, and no one had taken their time to reply. Even though I wasn’t expressing this anger, my mother could sense it. Again, she picked her phone up and called the travel agency. Once, twice, until they picked up. My mom answered and disappeared outside. I sat under the AC anticipating an answer from my mother. I sat there patiently.  Suddenly, my mother walked into the room. 
 

My father asked, “What did they say?’’  

“Well, they said they found another place.”   

“Finally!” my uncle groaned.  
 

“However, they need to do some last-minute confirmations, so we might be here for a little while.  
 
Everyone groaned at the news, except for my father. A ringing went off and I looked over to see it was the receptionist. He picked up his phone and started speaking to someone. I looked over at my uncle's wife who was staring him down. She is fluent in Greek and by the look on her face it seemed like he wasn’t saying anything nice.  

She looked over at my mother and said, “He is asking his manager if he should throw us off the island.”   

My father stood up and announced, “I can’t sit any longer. I am going to go search for a hotel on my own.” My father walked out of the hotel and the rest of us sat there. I stared at the clock parallel to me. The handles were moving at a regular pace. It seemed like we were never going to find a place to stay. I stood up and laid on one of the couches sleeping for 30 minutes. When I woke up my mother was buried behind her phone.   

I asked her, “Any news?”   

She said, “Yes, they found a villa, I am just asking her if we can go.”  

Eagerly I stood up looking over her shoulder straight at the phone. The agency was typing and said that we were eligible to leave our current location. A wide smile spread through my lips. I hugged my mother and got my belongings. My mother notified everyone else and decided to call my father. Right when my mother was about to call him, he walked in and said, “I found a hotel.”   

The receptionist heard our convo and stood up. My mother walked up to him and asked if he could call a taxi. He responded, “Absolutely miss.” Our taxi arrived and off we went to our new location.