Regrets
Actually, I’m not a big believer in regrets. Never really saw the point of living in the past and holding on to some sort of “woulda…coulda…shoulda” ideal. Everything happens for a reason and even the most colossal mistakes are opportunities for change, growth or at least a good laugh or two.
There were stops we never made on this journey. Never saw the Grand Canyon. Missed Mount Rushmore. And I still haven’t been to Graceland.
But one place I truly wish we had seen was off Exit 209B on our way out of Denver yesterday. We had planned on it Tuesday night, but it just couldn’t happen. And if ever there were a reason to return to a place, this is it.
Yes folks, Cartman’s favorite restaurant “Casa Bonita” is real. And we missed it. In my defense, it wasn’t until last week that we learned it even existed. I mean, who could ever imagine a restaurant with indoor cliff divers. It’s such a perfect figment of that self-centered, hilarious little foul-mouthed fourth grader that it never occurred to me that it might be real. But real it is. And evidently, it’s not too terribly unlike the depiction in South Park.
We were warned to eat first if we decided to go. Evidently the restaurant stays in business more for its kitschy awesomeness than its actual food.
We’ll have to heed that warning another day.
That missed opportunity aside, I have to say that all in all, Denver has been a great experience. The longest stop on this journey (six months!) and we made a ton of great connections here. I love the creative entrepreneurial attitude of the people, the majesty of the mountains, and the fact that the sun was out all but two of our 120-some-odd days here.
I guess we’ll have to come back someday. Maybe on our way to Graceland.
The adventure continues. Kick some butt. And don’t stop writing your blog (like some people we know).
I’m hoping to keep it up. After all, learning the ins and outs of fishing certainly fits into the category of adventure.
I have been to Casa Bonita–yes, it is true, the adventure realized. I am sorry to say my life was fairly unchanged by the experience, with the exception of some really bad Mexican food consumed– think Rainforest Cafe meets Teatro Zinzanni. I’m pretty sure one boat trip on a Westport fishing boat will trump the Casa Bonita experience…including the fried pickles of course…either that, or learning to drive a fork lift!