Last summer, I was in Pattaya. I was with my parents and my cousins. When I arrived at the hotel, the receptionist was not there and I had to wait for an hour. While I was drinking a juice of peach, the receptionist arrived. He was cleaning the sheets of the rooms.
My cousins and I went to the room, it was big, cozy and had air conditioning.
Later we went to visit Pattaya and to visiting the big aquarium. And then we would go swimming at the beach, but unfortunately we could not swim because it's raining. At night I slept in a room with my cousins. In the middle of the night I was very tired and I was cold, because of the air conditioning. I closed it. My cousin went to warn my mother that I was ill. My mother came to see me and I had 39º temperatures.
The next morning we went to the doctor, he told me I had to take a vaccine.
I was very bad. I hated it. Suddenly I listened to the doctor when he was talking to my mother and I went out running out of the hospital.
While I was running toward the car, an older woman told me that nothing happened. Later we went away to the hotel.
I felt bad, very tired, was cold and I couldn’t talk. After three days I went again to the hospital. I got the vaccine after two hours later I felt very good.
This summer I saw more hospitals than monuments.
When we arrived at my house, my grandmother prepared me a warm dish.
After a week I was quite good I went to the street with my friends and I could enjoy the summer.
I hope this never happens again to me in my summer holidays.
The truth is that I felt very bad, I couldn't enjoy the holiday as I always do.