So, the holiday was planned because mother wanted to go ‘somewhere’. The tickets were booked at the last minute, somehow they got confirmed. It was the 14th of june and we (Mom, Dad and Me) reached the station to see that the train is 2 hours late, well because of no damm reason. We were like okay, we’ll go to a mall near by and have dinner because the train was now arriving at 6:30. And the misery doesn’t stop there.