Colorado Springs, before dinner this post was going to be all about how cranky I was getting. How i'm sick of nice people, non-coneccting sidewalks, strip malls, sprawl, driving everywhere. After a second encounter I also felt the need to trash Walmart. We'll now post divine meal experience I have a few nice words also...
Really the time here has been great on the family level. All six cousins playing non-stop, swimming, hiking, summertime BBQ's and all that jazz.
I'm not sure what to call my hormonal bitchyness, could it be snobbery, to many bad latte mornings, suburban confusion, to much camo? I suspect I may be suffering from being away from a real city to long. I just don't understand this strange townurbia type land.
Yesterday Josh went for a walk out of the apartment complex to get a latte for me. He had seen a sign at the strip mall where we turn to the appt, for Starbucks. Seemed simple enough but he got down the hill and couldn't find the Starbucks. He circled around till he wound up at the corner standing under the 20ft sign and still couldn't see it. Finally someone took pity on him and asked if he was looking for the Starbucks. Turns out it was in the King Sooper grocery store. We keep having moments like this so today we stayed around charming (really) Old Town. I felt somewhat normal being able to walk around from store to store with ought getting in the car. I must say I still get edgy in every store when the clerk is nice to me. The people around here are really, really nice. My city self keeps thinking the nice folk are trying to scam me somehow. You know how in a city to nice people are scammers? After days of niceness I've come to terms, out here they aren't out to get me.
This town offers up many shocking contrasts. Beside all the crazy nice people there all a ton of just crazy crazy people. I know San Francisco is full of the disturbed and eccentric but I'm not familiar with this brand. I actually saw a man running down the street in a riot vest with arms strapped to his body. No, he wasn't making a statement, believe it or not I think he was just out for a jog. The feeling of military is everywhere men in air force jump suits, dessert camo, green forest camo and today I saw a first, some sort of grass camo, a youthful fellow running up and down a busy street with fake grass and netting hanging of his forest camo gear. So much camo and so little time so I decided to give a special shout out for the best camo outfit... The winner is the Manitou Springs Man. Who is he? A perfectly strange CO man in his mid 50's walking his Australian shepherd in a camo miniskirt. Ok, you may be saying, we have seen those... but have you seen them packing a piece? Yes my friends a camo mini and a hand gun on his hip. Distinctly Colorado.
Watch out Philly here we come. Can we get more American?
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