Tenerife

Just got back from Tenerife and boy, was I out of place. Don't get me wrong, Tenerife is a beautiful place, but sun bathing, wild dance parties, and binge drinking just isn't my scene. The buffet-style dinner advertised at my hotel wasn't anything like the Las Vegas style extravagant eat-till-you-explode places I imagined. Instead, it was more compariable to university cafeterias with a giant paella whose toppings were picked dry leaving only the burnt rice. In the three days I was there, I successfully hurt myself tripping over three drunken girls (I was sober), got yelled at by a half-naked Frenchman in a wheel chair (had no idea what he was going on about), and was told off by a Spanish waitress. My only response to her was (in my best Joey Tribiani voice) 'How YOU doing'?