Adventures in Boulder

Transitions are are always fun when travelling. We finished the workshop at Calwood on Thursday. I was just priding myself on having all my gear when suddenly someone said as we were about to board the yellow school bus is this someone's shirt and sock - it was mine - some how got caught up in the linen. The trip on the bus was uneventful this time. We were dropped at the Boulder Library and one of the other members of the workshop kindly offered us a lift. We crammed into the car with our boxes between us and our back packs on our knees. Unfortunately it was the wrong Best Western that we were dropped at. We took a taxi - the rudest person we have met in the USA. However he got us and our luggage to Boulder Inn further down 28th Street to the south. We got our room and organsied a shuttle for tomorrow and a taxi for 3.30pm. A very pleasant young man who had lived in NZ for three years (on the North Shore) while his father taught at the university took us to the post office. He helped with the boxes in fact I think he would have taken them into the Post Office for us. We were happy to tip him. The Post Office people were very helpful and our boxes will arrive in NZ sometime in the future.

We had a pleasant time looking around Pearl Street Mall. Boulder seems to be the Hippies Last Stand - so it is very interesting people watching. I found a very nice gift and toy shop - credit card worst off - grandchildren hopefully will be pleased.

We walked home along the Boulder Stream which has a pleasant walk/cycle way. About halfway back Stephanie's sandal strap broke. For part of the way she walked with it as a slip on and then reverted to true Kiwi bare feet. Fortunately there were really good concrete paths and apparently I missed a sensory experience of all the different surfaces! There was however a convenient restroom at a tennis club/hotel that we were able to use.

We made it safely back to Boulder Inn just before dark. The final adventure has been has been rescuing Stephanie's ear ring from the shower drain! - Swiss Army knife to the rescue.