I remember another vacation involving a caravan of three cars and many relatives, all staying at the Disneyland Hotel. My thrifty Phone Company uncle, true to form, rented one room for their family of four. We stayed up all night pillow fighting and went around Disneyland with dark circles under our eyes. He also put us in a separate cabin the year we went to Yosemite. That uncle is a wise man.
Vacations can have their tragic aspects.
One year we were going away for a few weeks and a blue-haired old busybody from down the street demanded to know who was taking care of our goldfish while we were away. I'd never see them again. All the fishes were floating atop the water the next day. To add insult to injury she didn't even bury them, just flushed them down the toilet. As someone said, the worse day on vacation is better than the best day at work.