Denver


June 27 - June 30

 

Wednesday - Day Two

We are not strictly in Denver. Stephen lives forty minutes outside. To keep people happy this far from the city, there is a very special place: Mall-land (not its real name) - a place Stephen calls 'The Strip' (not its real name. It doesn't have a real name). This morning (and early afternoon) Philip and I hung around Stephen's, washing clothes, checking mail, and working on the web pages (I may have played some Civilization too). When we got hungry, we decided to go out and hit the malls for a late lunch. Stephen had left us some instructions about how to get to Mall-land, and so with them in hand we set out. We discovered that in Kinko's we were able to do all kinds of fun stuff - like scan pictures, buy stamps, send stuff by FedEx, etc etc, and so we stopped into the Kinko's not far from his place to get some business done. Then we indulged our hunger - by eating at Denver's own Macaroni Grill.

We approached it with some trepidation. Would it be the same? Would it be EXACTLY the same, like MacDonald's from place to place? Or would it have some individualism? (For those who don't know, Macaroni Grill has a special place in our personal history: it is the place where Peter B. offered Philip the Theatre Arts position, it is the place where Nico got her RING, and it is also the place where Philip took his second year Theatre Arts classes for end-of-year dinners.) This Macaroni Grill looked almost exactly like the one in Victoria. On the outside, it is the same colour. Inside, the placement of the kitchen (on the right-hand side as you enter), the bar (to the left), and of the counter in the middle of the room all appear to be standard. The bathrooms are more or less in a similar position, although not completely so; and there is no back room. At first glance, too, the food appears to be the same. The menus look the same, and several of the dishes are the same. However, we discovered several differences. First, the foccacia bread in Denver is lighter and not as seasoned as that in Victoria. Second, the Denver staff don't make the 'Italian butter' by pouring balsamic vinegar into olive oil; the bread is served with oil alone, and we had to ask for balsamic. Third, the wine in Denver is little more than strong grape juice - nothing like the wine in Victoria!!! (Not that you students out there know anything about the taste of wine ...). Fourth, the calamari here was not as pleasant as that in Victoria - of course, being in the middle of the continent, thousands of miles from the sea, may have something to do with that. Overall, though, it was pretty predictable, and for those of you who know us, that is not a bad thing. We had a nice lunch. It was so nice that we decided that we had to walk it off when we got home.


Wascally wabbit
The area where Stephen lives is a suburb of Denver, not far from Littleton, called Morrison. He lives in a residential subdivision known as Willowbrook. Our walk took us around the neighbourhood, and we marvelled at the views and at the suburb itself. For anyone who has seen either the movie version of 'The Little Shop of Horrors' and the song in that movie 'Somewhere that's Green', or David Lynch's 'Blue Velvet', you will be able to imagine this very perfect neighbourhood.
The walk we took followed the road on which Stephen lives in its journey around the subdivision. On that walk, we saw horses in distant fields; rabbits bounded across our paths; birds flew all around us, and as we returned we passed deer - different kinds of deer from those at Pearson. It was a long walk - more than an hour long. When we got back to Stephen's, we hung out and watched movies.

Deer in the neighbourhood

Another Denver sky ...

 

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