Oh my goodness! What an exhilarating, comforting, and exhausting weekend! I couldn’t have asked for a better visit to Denver. I know we were only there for two full days, but we really put forth an amazing effort in the short time we were there. We truly ran ourselves ragged. It’s already Tuesday afternoon and I’m still recovering. I wouldn’t have done it any other way, though. As nice as it’s been to be back in the states, it felt a million times better to arrive in Denver. The moment I got off the plane and into the familiarity of DIA, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even in the confines of the airport, I knew I was home.
There is just something about Denver that makes my heart melt. Sure it’s brown and dingy this time of year, but that didn’t dampen my spirits one bit. I still felt like a giddy schoolgirl as we drove away from the airport and into the city. I have a serious long-standing love affair with Denver that cannot be quelled by the ill effects of winter. I’m in love with the mountain views. I’m in love with quirky neighborhoods. I’m in love with the relaxed vibe the entire city exudes. And I don’t think many cities can boast a better restaurant or bar scene. (It’s unpretentious and delicious!) Maybe I overly romanticize it just a bit, due to my longer-than-desired absence, but I’m still convinced Denver is the best city ever. I owe a huge “thank you” to all of our friends who helped strengthen said beliefs and make this such a great homecoming weekend.
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