When I last left you, I was embarrassing myself at the baseball in Denver. My trip to Colorado Springs involved me getting free food for being foreign, snow, feeding a giraffe, and Bigfoot. (Let us all pause for a moment to think about just how different that sentence could appear without the use of the Oxford comma. Thank you. #grammarnerd)
My adventures in the Springs started with a day trip about a week after I arrived in Colorado. We got down there just in time to pick up Megan and head out for lunch to a new restaurant/cafe/thing that sold pretty much nothing but peanut butter and jam sandwiches. #onlyinAmerica I honestly don't think I'd had a peanut butter and jam sandwich since I was at primary school (HI LOR!) in Toronto a millionty years ago. So I was slightly apprehensive about the whole thing, because if I put anything with peanut butter in a sandwich? It's going to be honey. Needless to say, I was kind of thrilled when I found a sandwich that consisted of crunchy peanut butter, honey and fresh strawberries. Technically, it also contained banana. But it's gross, so I asked for it without. Which led to this:
Me: Can I get the [insert name of sandwich here] with no banana?
Serving guy: With no what?
Serving guy: Ba-what?
Serving guy: Ohhhhh, no BANANA. Sure!
(Okay, that doesn't really work when you type it. Let's just say that I pronounce it 'ba-nah-nah' and Americans pronounce it kind of nasal-y and with a shorter A sound and just generally WRONG...)
Anyrandomsegue, the sandwich was pretty good, if a little oozy. Once we'd finished our sandwiches, we headed out to some Anasazi cliff dwellings just outside of town. Okay, technically, they're RECREATED cliff dwellings that were moved from somewhere else for some reason that totally escapes me and which I can't look up because the internet keeps crapping out on me #Starbucksfail. But given the choice between seeing cliff dwellings that were 10 minutes from where I was, and driving all the way across Colorado to Mesa Verde, I took the former.
And hey, it wasn't a total waste because Lyndsy and I wound up buying some fudge. And when I say "some", I mean ONE AND A HALF POUNDS (700g. It doesn't sound nearly as impressive that way). Um. Whoops? (It was delicious)
fudge buying extravaganza trip to the cliff dwellings, we headed over to Garden of the Gods. Holy gorgeous scenery, Batman! (by which I mean the superhero, and not the founder of Melbourne who died of syphilis at the age of 38 and had no nose. Although I'm sure he would have appreciated the scenery too... I'll stop now.) And now is about the point where I mention that if Garden of the Gods was in Australia, you'd probably have to park a 20 minute walk from any of the sites. In America, you have to try and frame your photos in such a way as to cut out the car park because you can pretty much drive up to the base of any attraction...
Ahem. How about I stop talking and show you some moody looking photos of Garden of the Gods to finish?
Next up, I find the most
hideous special ugg boots of all time. Nice export, Australia... *rolls eyes*