Saturday 10 May 2025

Having the car has been handy and today we went into the Denver Farmers Market, set up in a park next to a high school. There must have been a hundred stalls selling all manner of meat, bread, fruit and vegetables, along with the various food stalls. Very crowded with young people and dogs but very well behaved and polite. The people were OK, too.

Then a walk to the Denver Botanical Gardens, only to discover that it was their annual plant sale. Hundreds of people out and about in glorious sunshine. A retreat to Zorbas Greek Restaurant just down the hill was well worth it. Sidewalk tables under blue umbrellas and we needed a couple of Bud Lights. The decision to share a falafel – 'we’ll only have one with the beer and take the rest home -ha.' They were so good we had them all. We did observe the return of gigantic serves at the restaurant, so glad we only had the appetizer of four falafels, tzatziki, hummous, and salad. Home to eat out the fridge and leftover salad in preparation for the departure to Portland tomorrow.

Sunday 11 May 2025

A nice breakfast at a little cafe around the corner; clean the house and off to the airport for another disappointing United flight to Portland. I’ll never complain about Jetstar again. Well, I probably will.

The school tower, trees in Spring bloom, Denver Farmers' Market stalls, a fountain, water and a happy person with her morning coffee.

This is actually a High School in Denver

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