The best holiday ever

Yesterday we visited my grandpa in the countryside. There was a storm outside, and my sister and I couldn’t go out. We were a little bored. My grandpa saw us playing video games on our phones. ‘Hey, put those down. I want to tell you a story. Did I ever tell you about the best holiday I had?’ ‘No, you didn’t,’ my sister Jennie said. We sat down next to him. He started telling the story, ‘Well, it was when I was a young man. I graduated from university and wanted to see the world. I decided to go to Greece. First, I was late getting to the airport, and I missed my plane. I had to wait until the next day and get on a new flight.’ ‘Oh, that’s the worst,’ I said. He continued, ‘I arrived in Greece, and the customs line was the longest I’d ever seen. It took four hours to get through. Then, the airline lost my luggage. It was the maddest I got that day! I took a ferry to Rhodes, and the stormiest weather I’d ever seen blew in and rocked the boat all the way to the port. I got really seasick from that.’ ‘That’s terrible,’ Jennie said sympathetically. ‘Yes, it was. I finally got to the island and checked into a little family hotel. I was so sick I couldn’t leave my room for two days. The hotel manager’s daughter took care of me, though. She brought me food and some medicine from the doctor. It was the best holiday ever!’ ‘Grandpa, you missed your first flight, your luggage got lost, and you got extremely ill. How was that your best holiday? It sounds like the worst holiday ever,’ I said. ‘Well, remember the hotel manager’s daughter?’ ‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘That’s your grandma!’ grandpa laughed.