FLASHBACK #29: Away from the cold, into the warm!

The six hour-flight had cost me more than £400 from Helsinki, but I would be crashing in the spare room of the apartment my parents had rented at Park Santiago II in Playa De Las Americas so it was a price I was willing to pay for one week away from the -20's. After a six hour flight, I landed at Reina Sofia Airport, feeling very much at home; my family and I lived in Tenerife for six months in 1992 while my Dad managed a bar and restaurant there.


On this visit, however, we were staying in a respectable part of Playa De Las Americas. The days were spent lounging around, taking in the sun and splashing about in the pool. The evenings were spent visiting our favourite restaurants before winding up at a karoake bar or cabaret venue. One evening, we ended up in a packed out bar that had a rather bizarre cabaret featuring two over-sexed nuns! It was dreadfully common, but ultimately hilarious!
One afternoon, in nearby Los Christianos, one of my sisters and I went on a stationary hot air balloon which gave you some great views of the resort. For fifteen minutes, we admired the view, pleased to be away from the 'olds' for a bit. On this particular trip, we also visited nearby Los Christianos for the first time ever, with it's popular harbour and beach. My brother-in-law and I swam in the warm sea, the rugged cliffs of Los Christianos towering over us.


It's during these kind of chats with my Mum that I realise how alike we are, how I have inherited not just her appreciation of Bacardi, but also her sensitivity and kind nature. There are times, of course, when my father's temper becomes evident in me so I do know that my parents are definitely mine! It bought a tear to my eye when my Mum would recall events from my childhood. She had a very hard time persuading a Headteacher to accept me into a mainstream school, fighting of the Social Services on several occasions for refusing to send her son to a deaf school. She told me that she would often collect me from nursery school and I would be there, the little deaf boy, playing on his own in the corner of the room.
On the night when I was returning to Finland, my parents and I went to a Chinese Restaurant. Whilst there, my Dad plied me with drinks and I got a little bit drunk, giggling all the way to the airport! Needless to say, the alcohol helped me to slept soundly during the midnight flight!
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