We went to play football in the morning, but no one showed up.
Parents, grandpa and me then went to a place called Blueberry (obviously in my language), where there was a Blueberry Festival. But it was a bit disappointing. They advertised a big festival with blueberries and blueberry products, but when we came, most blueberries were already sold out and there was just a bunch of empty stands. There was also a big tent with tables where you could eat and a stage, where a band played live music. There was not much to do there, so we drove home on the ”old” road instead of the motorway to extend our day trip. We stopped in a small village for lunch and returned home.