Ever have those moments when you look around and think, “Jeez-o-PETE I live in a cool place?!”
We just did.
We hadn’t been to Pearl Street in a while, a long while as it were, and it’s always awesome to stumble upon an old favorite thing to do. But the bonus? Seeing it through the eyes of our kiddos.
So. Stinkin’. Cool.
While one was taking pictures with his camera, the other was trying to jump through “jail” and into Boulder Creek below. Oy.
We went to the Market. Gosh I love the Farmers’ Market in Boulder. It really is the best one around.
Wool for our friend, Susi.
Beets for our friend, Paul.
Bread for … well, no one. We don’t know anyone who eats this gluten-filled demon, but if we did, this one’s for you.
Haha. I’m just kidding. Not gonna dog you bread lovers out there. ;) I still sneak a nicely toasted slice slathered with butter now and again. And then roll around on the floor in pain for it…totally worth it.
And to my complete surprise, I pulled Hank and the fam into a place that they hadn’t been in before. Yay me!
It’s one of my favorite spots on Earth.
The Dushanbe Teahouse. So freakin’ awesome.
We sat at a traditional tea table. Well. I guess Holden sat on a traditional tea table. And my sweet punks ate every last Rainier cherry scored on our trip to the Market, btw. (Those are my favorite treat of the summer, next to Rocky Ford cantaloupes.) That was a real sacrifice for me…
Yeah, you just eat ’em up sweet thang.
The boys scored huge with a fun lemonade spritzer.
Yet didn’t appreciate sharing the $900 drink between them. Spoiled.
I asked for a silly picture, then had to explain the subtle nuances of which fingers get thrown out at what times.
This one’s better…although Ewan looks weirdly frog like.
But do you know what’s best?
Grandma Toni was in town for a visit. :)
She got the full family sandwich hug.
After a minty fresh hibiscus cooler (perfect for a scorching hot day, btw), we took Grandma Toni down the Mall to fully dip her toes into the waters that Keep Boulder Weird.
This drummer dude was so very cool; I could’ve stayed here for the rest of the afternoon (however, almost-naked guy there on the left scared me a little).
Drummer dude made me realize how I’d forgotten about the best spots around us. How we don’t have to go far to be amazed, and challenged, and, well, a little more ready to let loose our gypsy souls.
Even he was feeling it.
And then, of course, he crack attacked us.
He never lets us down. *sigh*
And now, for my alarmingly abrupt sign off with no segue whatsoever.
Be well, gypsies.
i am really pretty sure that in another life I was either a hippie or a gypsy living in Colorado and this really makes me want to go back to that. Buried beneath my conservative nerdy accountant look, there is a girl with long thick braids and wearing flowy skirts just dying to get out and play
bring your gypsy self a little north, and then a little west. ;)