Tenerife: Siam Park

“I’m going first,” I demanded as J and I inched closer to the top of the tower and the entrance of the dreaded vertical water slide.

My owlet eyes gaped at the attendant as she unceremoniously folded arms over chests, checked to see legs were crossed and shoved people over the edge. Screams followed as each final flick of hair disappeared over the drop. I took a deep breath and marched to where she was seated. The water tugged at my ankles. I clutched the sides of the slide before whipping my arms across my chest as requested. Not even a glimmer of a smile of reassurance before she thrust me into the drop. I didn’t even have time to scream. Continue reading “Tenerife: Siam Park”

Tenerife South: They Call Me Mellow Yellow

“Oop pardon me sweetie. HEY SHERRY MOVE! SHERRY! MOVE! BAHAHAHA SHE WANTS TO GET BACK IN,” the boisterous, shrill voice of the woman flapping at her friend standing in the aisle granted me just enough of a gap to squeeze by, hop across J’s lap and into my seat. My opinion of the gaggle of ladies next to us was torn. They had brought the party to the plane. I definitely admired their ability to drink, shriek and guffaw for the entire four hours of the flight, but their party hour exuberance was wearing thin. Continue reading “Tenerife South: They Call Me Mellow Yellow”