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+title: Green Pub
+date: 2026-05-19 20:30
+author: T. F.
+tags: holidays, music, dance
+slug: green-pub
+era: 1990/91
+location: 28.050230326912754, -14.331272208852555
+read_more: Let's dance →
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+This was my favorite thing to do after a nice family evening at <span class="mauve">████████</span>, where I usually spent some time drawing or running around outside near the tennis court with <span class="sky">█████</span>, before indulging in a three-course meal of shrimp in garlic sauce, a steaming dish of cannelloni, and ice cream for dessert. I loved it when mom and dad got slightly tipsy and ignored our usual bedtime in favor of another hour of partying.
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+This usually happened spontaneously whenever we passed through the large marble floored hotel lobby with its coloured glass shard mosaics and paper-maché parrots, on our way to the bungalow near the tropical garden. Just before the staircase leading home we had to cross the pool-view balcony, crowded with people smoking, drinking and swaying to pop hits from the last decades. This magical place was called *Green Pub* and I loved hanging out there despite being so young. Mom would light a cigarette and order some wine at the bar while dad started dancing in his peculiar way that <span class="sky">█████</span> and I found both funny and embarrassing.
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+The room was tinted in shades of green and flecked with the racing stars from spotlights bouncing off discoballs and glass mosaic pillars. Grown-ups danced and smoked everywhere and there were sometimes film projections behind the bar. I remember one mesmerizing video of a bird flying across the sea and through clouds in slow motion (probably "Jonathan Livingston Seagull" from 1973). Sometimes we danced with our parents; other times, while they danced, we ran around collecting coasters, paper parasols, and glitter palm tree picks from empty cocktail glasses.
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+Today I would probably roll my eyes at the tacky hotel disco with its sticky floors, dated music, and questionable drinks. But back then it felt like stepping into a dreamlike emerald cave, where time stood still and treasures waited to be discovered.
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