Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The Honeyballoon, part 3

On Monday we went back into town to pick up supplies for a picnic. We went to a place called Frida's and bought an array of Mexican food including, but not limited to, a large supply of nachos and cheese.

After the picnic, we went for a walk around the TFL, having conversations in sign language along the way. I tried giving Christopher hard words to spell, but it's hard to stump someone who can sign the alphabet and is a good speller. 

By far the most comical part of our walk were the cows. We were very confused as they all had both udders and horns, which didn't seem natural to us. Clearly the cow on the right wasn't very impressed with us because he stuck out his tongue as I took the picture. Upon further investigation, the cow on the left didn't seem overly impressed with us either.
Just as we finished our walk, the rain clouds rolled in and it started to sprinkle. We decided to go in the outdoor hot tub and it was so neat to sit there and watch the fog cover the mountains. (It was much more pleasant then watching the man who looked like he was about to have a heart attack from staying in the sauna too long.) 
It's possible that upon returning to our room after the hot tub, I may have mentioned we could try a game of go around the room without touching the floor. The answer to whether or not I actually played the game, as well as any possible photographic evidence of it, will not appear here. (I'd like to point out that it was completely my idea and I blame it on a lack of sleep as well as the fact that whoever set up our room must have had that game in mind because it was the perfect setup.) 
To pass the time before dinner, we watched a movie called Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog (you can tell from the title how romantic it was) and attempted to drink some of our complimentary champagne. It was not the most wonderful beverage we had ever tried.
Thanks to our late picnic and the overwhelming amount of food we had eaten in the past three days, we pushed our dinner reservations as far back as we could in hopes that we might be even a little bit hungry by 8:45. We were not. It was most unfortunate as the food was delicious, but we could barely make it through our appetizers which is proof that even I have a limit when it comes to eating. 
We went to get a drink after our attempted meal and, thanks to the lovely bartender name Mae, solved the mystery of the udder and horn cows. They were Highlander cows and it was a relief to know they were supposed to look like that. 
(I promise this picture is not fuzzy because I was unable to hold the camera steady from too many drinks.)

1 comment:

Laura Darling said...

Hahaha go around the room without touching the floor. I love it. And such a traditional honeymoon game! Matt and I went out to dinner for our two year anniversary last year and we went to a pretty fancy restaurant. So, we ordered wine because we were feeling Adult and Fancy. I enjoy a glass of wine but Matt DOES NOT AT ALL. He poured himself a huge glass and I said he really should finish it because that's the polite thing to do, and about 3/4 of the way through he looks at me with the most pitiful look on his face and says "This is like poison." We are so Cultured and Mature.