Welcoming Hyla Eleanor to the World!

I know that this is supposed to be my travel blog, but I had one of the most incredible experiences of my life and thought it would be great to share it here with all of you. Last Friday, August 9th, my husband and I welcomed our daughter into the world. The following is her birth story:

August 7-8, 2013

A very uncomfortable night had ensued. Before Nate even got home from work, I was contracting and tried to keep track of the time between each one. Eventually, I went to bed. Every so often, up to about 10 minutes or so, I would awake to bad cramps, and laying on my side was not helping. I just couldn’t get comfortable, and the weight of the baby in my belly wasn’t helping, either. I tossed and turned all night and barely slept at all. I had an appointment with the perinatal associates in the morning for some fetal monitoring. I was having some rather strong cramps on occasion, and they could see them on the screen as I was experiencing them. I was just a week overdue, but one of the matter-of-fact technicians came in and practically demanded to know why I hadn’t been induced yet. I told her I’d done research on the topic, and that the risks outweighed the benefits at this moment in time, and that I’d talk to my midwife about it as we got closer to the two week overdue point. She made sure to tell me that she was surprised about this attitude (which is actually quite prevalent nowadays) and that the placenta was probably not functioning well anymore, etc., etc. Honestly, based on my knowledge, waiting a little over a week isn’t uncommon or all that dangerous. Why deal with the dangers of induction? Plus, since so many contractions were being recorded, some of which were pretty strong, what’s the rush? Obviously my body was working on it.

I spent much of the day at home, uncomfortable. That night, Nathan and I tried to watch “The Usual Suspects,” during which he’d record my contractions. We had to pause the movie so frequently, and I can’t say I really paid close attention, I was just so uncomfortable. The best way I can describe it is similar to intermittent intestinal cramping like you’d get from food poisoning. I’d have to moan through them, and I’m sure it was awful to watch. A call to the midwife assured us that it was too soon to worry about anything. The contractions would have to be regular and 5-10 minutes apart. I guess the occasional two minute intervals didn’t matter much in their mind. Plus, people were telling me that I would know when I had to go in. Would I? I had nothing to compare this to! We stopped the movie about 20 minutes from the end because I just couldn’t bear it anymore. I took a shower in an attempt to lessen the discomfort and maybe the frequency of contractions. It felt great while I was showering, but once out, things were still pretty bad. We tried to go to sleep, but I just couldn’t lay there. I sat on the computer a while and started to nod off. Sitting cross-legged in the computer chair was about the most comfort I could find, but without head support, each time I’d start to doze, I’d nearly fall over. I decided to move into the baby’s room where I could sit in the rocking chair. I wedged myself in, again cross-legged, and managed to fall asleep. I didn’t have a watch on, so I couldn’t really tell what my contraction intervals were, but it seemed to me like I was waking up every five minutes or so to extreme discomfort. I’d wake up just before the contraction would really hit, but my body knew it was coming. At some point, it was so uncomfortable, I’d have to stretch my legs out during each one, disturbing my rest even more, and on top of that, my legs would start shaking uncontrollably during the contractions, a reaction I would have intermittently throughout labor due to high adrenaline. I’m not sure how I managed to nod off for five minutes or so at a time, but I must have been exhausted. I decided that we should probably consider going to the hospital, especially since I felt a vague desire to push, which shouldn’t happen until late in labor, though as usual I thought this could always be attributed to digestive issues.

August 9, 2013

We drove down to Presbyterian Hospital and made our way up to triage. En route, there was one point where I did have to stop and wait out a contraction – a clue that labor was getting serious. They say you may not be able to walk or talk during the bad ones. I hadn’t really reached that point prior to this, but this one was particularly rough. I must have stood there for several minutes holding onto Nate before I could continue on. Once up at triage, they took my vitals and monitored the contractions. Eventually the midwife came in to assess me, and told us, to our shock, that we were at NINE centimeters dilation (out of ten!). We’d half expected to be told we were at three or four and that we weren’t nearly ready to be in. See, perinatal technician, way to jump the gun on that induction. Anyway, they told us (obviously) we weren’t going anywhere, and wheeled my cot down to a room in labor and delivery (which happened to be the same room we’d seen on our tour a few weeks prior).

It was a nice, private setting, though obviously still part of the hospital with the adjustable bed and all sorts of equipment everywhere. They were kind enough to keep the lights low and the atmosphere as comfortable as could be expected. I was attended to by the midwife, a nurse or tech, and Sarah, a doula that we’d hired through the hospital. Every single one of them couldn’t believe I was so far into labor because I was smiling and chatty and really didn’t come across as someone at that point. They’d asked me if I wanted drugs such as an epidural, and I said that ideally I would like to avoid it, but if it got really bad I may change my mind. Essentially, despite their offer, I was so far through the worst of the transitional (most uncomfortable) stage that it probably wouldn’t even be worth it. Just the fact that I was coping as well as I was at this point made the use of meds seem unlikely. In fact, I never used them, nor did I feel the need to during this process. I do wonder if I had gone in sooner if I’d have taken something, if for no other reason than to cope with the exhaustion moreso than the pain.

We’d arrived at triage sometime between 6 and 7 (our recollections are different in that regard). We were up in the room about 8. I spent much of the time talking to the staff, particularly our doula Sarah, who happened to be the one who signed us up when we decided to hire one. You never know which doula you’re going to get, but we were happy to have her. She was just so helpful and sweet and knowledgeable. I would recommend a doula to anyone, although I have to say that the midwife and tech were both very present and helpful, too. I had to spend the next few hours getting my cervix up to the full 10 centimeters. There was a little lip that just didn’t want to go away, so they gave me techniques like ways to sit during contractions and such that would fix the problem. I would engage everyone in conversation, only occasionally having to stop due to the discomfort. A chart on the wall had a pain scale of zero to ten with ten being the ultimate worst pain ever, and I completely expected to get to that point somewhere, but still, things weren’t unbearable and I trekked on.

Once we’d determined that we were close enough to 10 centimeters, they told me to push if I needed to. I think this final stage lasted about three hours or so. During this time, I’d gotten my second dosage of penicillin to combat a possible group b strep infection. My arm burned from that, but I was assured that was normal. The feel of the contractions during this stage were different. They would come on in a similar manner as the transitional ones, but weren’t quite as uncomfortable. They did make you want to push at times. I think part of the reason this stage lasted so long was because I was nervous. I didn’t know what to expect from the birth, and I held back. It really did help to push when I did, though. The pain felt productive and subsided somewhat. I was glad to not have an epidural because I was able to move around the room and try various positions for pushing. As unpleasant as it sounds, the toilet was a great place and felt natural. It turns out a lot of women actually do have their baby in that position. Due to the length of time this was taking, they suggested three means to speed up delivery: nipple stimulation (which was a no for me), Pitocin (which I’d heard bad things about taking), and breaking the bag of waters. We did the latter, and it was so weird to feel myself draining like that. I guess it sped things up some, though I really didn’t notice much of a difference. Eventually, the midwife suggested I get back on the bed and push in the traditional manner, which is apparently with one person behind your head keeping your chin down, one person on each leg, pulling them back toward your torso, and one in the catcher’s position. It was so uncomfortable, and they kept yelling at me to stop trying to extend my legs, but it was easier said than done. I made a lot of headway with the pushing here, and we could get up to five good pushes per contraction. It wasn’t painful, but it was absolutely exhausting. I wanted to rest through a contraction or two, but due to the fact that I was hooked on a monitor, they could tell when I was having them, so there was no resting. One interesting thing that would happen only during some of my contractions was, when pushing, my body would go into auto push mode. It was a similar sensation to a gag reflex. I’d start to push, and though I was running low on energy and didn’t think I could keep up a push, my body would kick in and do a long gaglike push. That’s actually what would eventually allow me to push her out. Those were easily the best pushes, and I got the impression the midwife thought it was all me. I wish!! This part of labor was just so darned exhausting. Toward the end, they decided to give me a tiny bit of Pitocin, and, though I’d heard it makes contractions more painful, I suspect it helped me with the gag reflex pushes. At the end, I was making the most demonic sounds, trying to get her out of me. It wasn’t due to pain, it was due to strain. Eventually they told me that they could see her head, which blew my mind. In some ways, it felt like she had been that far ages ago, but that was good to know there was a light at the end of the tunnel. They asked if I wanted to touch her head, but I declined. I was a bit preoccupied, and I don’t think I would have enjoyed that. They kept saying “She’ll be out on your next push!” but it wasn’t the case. It almost felt like she was retreating back in, but they assured me each push was progress…two steps forward, one step back, if anything. After about five of those “next push” assurances, I was fed up and just wanted her out of me. I pushed with all my might, and with a sensation of stretching and resistance, out came her head. I pushed again for her shoulders, which was easier, and once more for her whole body. They pulled her out of me with that last one, and it was so weird to feel a whole other human come out of me. There was no pain, just a lot of slimy sliding and the feel of appendages. It wasn’t anywhere near as bad as I’d feared at all. They held her up, got her to cry, and gave her to me for some skin-to-skin belly time. She was beautiful!! Completely alert, not at all misshapen despite all her time in the birth canal, beautiful eyes, and all her fingers and toes and body parts accounted for. She arrived at 2:51pm and was 7 pounds, 10 ounces, and 20 inches long.

Shortly thereafter, once I was given a few minutes to rest and meet my sweet girl, I had to push out the placenta. I’d about had it with pushing, but luckily we were able to get it out on just a few tries. I wanted to see the organ that nourished my daughter, so they held it up and showed me. I asked Nate to take a picture, because I’m weird like that. He really didn’t want to, so the doula did it instead. It looks horrific on film, but it was so important these past nine months. Thanks to that, my dear Hyla was sustained in the womb.

I had about an hour to recover in this room before they’d tote me down to recovery. During this time, there was a lot of blood, especially because they would massage my uterus to get it to go down. They also determined I had a small tear and were going to repair it with a stitch or two. I asked if it was really bad enough, or if I could just let it heal on its own. They agreed that I could just let it heal, so that’s what I decided to do. Sarah was telling me she was amazed at how well I handled it all despite no pain meds, which surprised me because I’d have assumed that most people who hire a doula would do so with the intention of not using drugs. It heartened me to hear how well everyone thought this went. Childbirth was nowhere near as painful as I’d heard, and there was no reason to have handled it any differently.

I had some time to bond with Hyla, and I attempted to nurse her. The pain was shocking! Much worse than childbirth, to be honest. I felt awful not being able to feed her just yet, but I tried as best I could. Sarah brought me a nipple guard to use, too, but with the colostrum, it was too thick to really feed the baby. We would have some serious troubleshooting to do. Worried about the ability to nourish my child, we were wheeled up to recovery.

We spent much of the rest of the day getting to know our baby before she was toted away for tests and measurements. Once in recovery, it was a near constant flow of nurses and attendants coming in and out, and we found it really difficult to get much rest. We’d wind up staying two nights instead of one because of breastfeeding troubleshooting. I was lucky to talk to a very knowledgeable lactation consultant who thought my pain could be due to Raynaud’s Syndrome, which is a circulation issue. We came up with a plan of pumping as possible and supplementing the diet with formula (not ideal, but at least she wouldn’t starve before my milk really came in). It was such a relief to have an alternative measure for her.

Our two nights lasted a long time, although all the visitors helped. On the second day, Karla, Varissa, and Sumarin came by with a tequila cake and some lemonade to celebrate Hyla’s 0th birthday. It was really great, and we loved showing off our newest addition. The only bad part was that Nathan had a huge migraine and was actually sick most of this time. He was a real trouper, though, and after getting a few hours of good sleep, he was his old self again. As for me, I was recovering really well and didn’t really feel like I had just gone through all I had. It was great, and I’m so thankful that my body recovered so easily. Now we’re home, learning from each other and getting to know our wonderful baby girl. We couldn’t ask for a more agreeable baby – so patient with our inexperience. She hardly ever cries, and when she does, we usually have a pretty good idea of what she wants. And if we don’t, it only takes a few soothing words to calm her down. She’s bright eyed, healthy, strong, and cute as can be. I never cared much for babies, but she has stolen my heart unlike any other. I look so forward to our lives together!

6th Anniversary Trip (CO, WY, NE); May 2013

6th Anniversary Trip (CO, WY, NE)

Thurs. May 16, 2013

Nate and I always enjoy doing a short anniversary trip whenever possible, and seeing as this may be our last opportunity to take an “easy” one, we figured we should go for it while we had the chance. I’d been wanting to feed giraffes up at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo for a while now, so we thought we could build our trip around that. Luckily, I was able to get Friday off, so we decided to leave on Thursday night and spend three full days enjoying the open road.

I was able to get out of work a bit early on Thursday, thanks to coming in about an hour early. This gave me the chance to get home, finish packing, and shower. We hit the road shortly after 4pm en route to Trinidad, CO, home to one of my favorite restaurants in the Rockies: Rino’s Italian Restaurant and Steakhouse. Its rather limited hours of 5pm to 9pm, Wed. through Sun. make it a bit difficult to visit at times, but we planned it just right. We arrived in Trinidad around 8pm, after an uneventful car ride. I couldn’t get over how empty I-25 is, for such a major expressway. We entertained ourselves by singing to the likes of Coolio and whatever else popped up on the radio. Once in Trinidad, we made a bee line straight for the restaurant.

What can I say about Rino’s? I absolutely love the place! It is unique and charming and the food is excellent…and the singing! Did I mention the singing? Everyone employed there sings. In the four times I’ve visited, I’ve even seen the busboys and cooks sing. And they really sing well, too! The amount of singing has varied each time I’ve visited, but the quality never wavers. This evening, we only had two songs, but considering our waiter belted out Peggy Lee’s “Fever,” one of the songs from “my era,” as I like to say, that more than made up for it. Couple this with the setting in an historic church dating from 1887 and a lovely dinner of lobster ravioli and chicken parmigiana, it was a perfect night. I beam from the moment I walk in the door until I leave. This is a must-visit restaurant for anyone traveling through the area. It’s just so special, and I know that it will not be around forever.

That night we had a reservation at the Trinidad Super 8. I knew we could have continued up the road even further, but it was kind of nice to just call it a night when we did. We had a big day ahead of us in the morning, after all!

Fri. May 17, 2013

I really didn’t sleep all that well this night, and I wound up getting up early, probably around 5:30. When I went to the washroom, I discovered that my hands were super puffy (I couldn’t get my ring off!), and I was experiencing a few sparks of light in my vision. I felt pregnant and miserable, and I wondered if these things could be attributed to the elevation gain. I showered and got ready for the day, and as the day wore on, I started to feel more normal again.

Once Nate was done, we stopped in the lobby for a quick breakfast before heading north on I-25. Having been raring to go in the morning, I started driving so Nate could sleep in a bit more. It didn’t take long before my fitful night’s sleep crept up on me, and I started to get really tired. I pulled over at a gas station and we thankfully switched. On the way up, the radio indicated there was a major rollover accident somewhere in Colorado Springs, so we agreed to get off the expressway a bit early to avoid it. In doing so, we encountered another accident and determined Colorado drivers are crazy. After a few detours, we made it to the gates of the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo about a half hour after opening. Hooray!!

Despite its name, Cheyenne Mountain Zoo is not located in Cheyenne, but rather at the base of Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado Springs. It claims to be the United States’ only “mountain zoo,” as it is situated on a somewhat steep slope, requiring guests to climb up and down the mountainside to view its many exhibits. We parked in the overflow parking, which flanks the road to the park, before ever even bothering to see if any space was available in the lot. It really wasn’t that far of a walk, either way. Once at the gate, we were met with crowds and crowds of school groups, which was a bit daunting, but luckily the line for tickets was quite short. Once bought, the salesperson gave us two tokens with which to vote for our favorite conservation project at the zoo. There were a lot of worthy ones including the Mexican wolf and orangutans, but we both voted for tropical frog conservation. Then we unleashed ourselves upon the zoo.

I had been warned by people to start at the top and work down because of the zoo’s steepness and large elevation changes. It’s not a bad idea, but I was really surprised at the end of the day how easy the climb was despite carrying this extra weight around. If anything, the altitude worried me, but I seemed unaffected and just as energetic as usual. That’s always a plus!

Our first stop was near the bottom: giraffes!! I really wanted to experience feeding giraffes, and this place offers the opportunity all day long! For an extra $2, you can get a handful of romaine lettuce (or other goodies, depending on time of day), and the giraffes will come right up to you on the deck for a treat. You can also just pet them, if so inclined. I was surprised at how informal it all was. I bought my romaine and went over to the eager giraffe nearby. She extended her tongue as though my hands were a branch on a tree, and happily munched on the lettuce while I scratched her nose. These enormous creatures are so gentle, with the sweetest eyes, and the experience was quite amazing. We hung out with the giraffes a bit longer, watching them lick the heck out of the deck posts (they must have been salty) before moving on. Feeding the giraffes absolutely made my day!

We spent the rest of our time visiting lots of other exhibits including elephants, red river hogs, hippos, a walk through Australia area, grizzlies, moose, and many other areas that you’d find in zoos across the country. They would often adorn enclosures with statues of animals you may see in association with them in the wild. The most unusual was a statue of a half-eaten zebra carcass right outside the giraffe area. Very bizarre. One of my favorite areas was The Loft, which featured a wide variety of creepy crawly critters including invertebrates and herpetiles. I could have stayed in there all day, were it not for the hordes of screaming school kids.

My only issue with the park was that it seemed like the enclosures were rather small, which, I’m sure, was a direct result of having limited space on a mountainside. Still, they did a good job with what they had, and the entire zoo maintained a feel of being much closer to the animals, with no boundaries, than was actually the case. It was definitely unique and well worth the visit.

Once we had seen all the exhibits, we went for a spin on the ski lift. This was an extra charge, but we figured we were here, we may as well see it all. It turns out there isn’t much to see at the top of the lift, save for a snack bar and some yurts with information inside, but it was still fun. After that, we exited the park to get the car and drove in through the gate to reach the very top of the property where Will Rogers’ Shrine of the Sun is located. Both attractions are included in admission to the zoo, so we definitely had to see it. We turned our hazard lights on and made our way up the mountainside at 5 miles per hour, navigating switchbacks and avoiding the occasional visitor who would amble out into the road obliviously. After a good deal of climbing, we made it to the top where we ascended the shrine. There was a chapel and about three rooms of pictures featuring the life and times of Will Rogers. The view of the surrounding country from up there was incredible, though much of it was really just urban sprawl while looking east. Being so high up, though, it felt like we were worlds away.

Noticing the time, we made our way down. We still had things to do today, and we weren’t going to miss them! We snaked our way back down the mountain and exited the park en route to Golden for a tour of the Coors Brewery.

Years ago, we’d tried to visit the Brewery, but we’d either arrived after hours or on a day that they were closed altogether. Today, they were scheduled to close at 4pm, and we’d arrived a little after 3:30. We noticed there was a line for the bus outside the parking lot, so it was apparent people were still waiting to go in. We were ushered into the lot by an employee, so that, too, was a good sign. We wandered over to the bus line and waited, chatting a bit with a retired couple who were RVing from California to Pennsylvania. We also did our best to avoid the copious amounts of smoke from fellow queuers. That’s another thing I noticed about Colorado on this trip – there was a nearly constant odor of cigarette smoke in the air. I couldn’t get over all the people who still do that! Being allergic to smoke and pregnant, that’s the last thing I needed. And I would notice, once out of the smoke, that the odor would still be in my clothes and hair, it was just that bad. What gives, Colorado?

After about 20 minutes, we finally boarded the bus that took us to the gate of the brewery. We showed our IDs and made our way inside. Unlike other brewery tours, this one was self-guided. They gave us handheld speakers, and we wandered around at our own pace, learning about the brewery and processes. We got to see the largest collection of mash tuns out of any brewery, and learned the history of the location and how it was chosen for the pure mountain waters that run through the area. At the end of it all, we went to the tasting room where Nate got to partake in the brews. He thought they all tasted kind of weird, as is typical (in his opinion) of Coors. I had a non-alcoholic beer which tasted like carbonated water, but oh well. I also had a Sierra Mist. It was a good time, and I’m glad we were finally able to take the tour.

From here, I realized I’d downloaded a geocache really close, so we crossed the street and found that really quickly. Then we headed into touristy downtown Golden where we treated ourselves to some tasty ice cream. Our server seemed awfully perplexed about what change to give us, but eventually he figured it out. Ah, Golden education! Hopefully it’s better than it seems. Once we’d had our fill of Golden, we hit the road again for places north. We decided to drive through Boulder to see the University of Colorado campus, which would also allow us to avoid the insanity of downtown Denver. Well, we were still met with a lot of traffic because it seemed to be graduation weekend. Needless to say, we didn’t see much of campus, but it was still a nice diversion.

We eventually reconnected with I-25 and headed north to Fort Collins. We checked into another Super 8, which seemed incredibly overpriced, but we suspected it was due to graduation season. From there, we headed into downtown Fort Collins to seek out Coopersmith’s Brew Pub. We parked in the garage and made our way over, admiring the amazing campustown. Champaign could take a hint from this place! It was hip and clean and really inviting with lots to do. When we finally arrived at our destination, it turned out that it was so huge that it was split in two! You could go to the games-themed area, or the restaurant area (both of which seemed to serve food). The restaurant area had a shorter line, so that’s where we went. We were seated before too long in a remote corner. I was able to face out and observe the college crowd, which was immensely fascinating. I was particularly fascinated by the table immediately behind Nate. It seemed to consist of a large group of college friends. The ones on the right side of the table were laughing and having a great conversation, but the two people on the left side, a guy and a girl, looked so awkward and quiet. I would occasionally see the guy try to painfully make conversation with the girl, and to me it seemed like they had been asked along as a set-up. The girl would give a short answer and go back to looking uncomfortable. I couldn’t look away. Well, right before we left, I realized they had a baby between them, and it actually looked like it was both of theirs. In fact, I’m sure it was. How sad that this couple was so distant from one another despite that. It goes to show you never know with people.

As for the food, Nate and I shared a Mediterranean pizza and a wild game sausage plate (elk and wild boar). It was pretty good, and Nate said the beer was, too. Maybe someday I’ll get to try it…and we’ll come back with the baby and not be that awkward couple.

Nate had developed a migraine, so we had to seek out a grocery store or pharmacy next. Our Garmin took us about 8 miles away! I couldn’t believe there wasn’t anything closer! We got some Tylenol and headed back to our room. We’d considered playing mini golf at the place near our motel, but neither of us was really up for that. It had been a long day, and we were just glad to call it a night.

Sat. May 18, 2013

Once again, I got up early, as we had lots to do today! (Mostly driving.) I no longer had puffy hands or weird eye flashes, so that was a plus. We quickly got up, ran down to breakfast, and hit the road. Again, I started driving, but I’d slept really well and had no problem staying awake. North we continued, crossing the border into Wyoming, and then heading east on I-80 toward Nebraska. Our mission: conquer the highest point in Nebraska! After exiting the expressway and heading south out of Pine Bluffs, WY, we eventually made it to a series of dirt roads leading to the site. Situated on someone’s property, they ask for $3 a person to access the high point. They also warn of bison in the area (which I believe are raised by the property owners). We paid our fee and were able to see the bison on our bouncy ride out to the site. Of course, the high point of Nebraska isn’t exactly exceptional (despite being called Panorama Point), it was still exciting to get to see the monument and add our names to the list of intrepid high point explorers. On top of it, this was Baby Crane’s first high point. Colorado, Wyoming, and Nebraska were also her 14th, 15th, and 16th states, respectively. This girl gets around, and she hasn’t even been born yet! On our way out, we attempted to do the three corners geocache, but it would have involved a mile-long hike one-way or a drive on a questionable road, so we skipped it. We got a virtual cache out of the high point anyway, so that was good enough. We did stop in the town of Pine Bluffs to get two Wyoming geocaches, and we stopped at the local rest area to do some hiking as well. Then we high tailed it back south toward Colorado.

Lunchtime found us back in Fort Collins, so we decided to try another brew pub for the heck of it. This time we went to the Fort Collins Brewery. We were seated outside at the adjacent and associated Gravity 1020 restaurant. We had an enjoyable lunch – Nate enjoyed his beers and had some weird beer-based soup that was served with popcorn floating in it to go along with his grilled cheese and avocado sandwich. I had a lamb burger. From there, we headed south yet again, our mission was to reach Monte Vista, Colorado by at least 7pm. Our route took us through some incredibly scenic areas, including right through the region known as South Park, home to Fairplay, CO, the town on which the show "South Park" was based. We didn’t stop to look around, but I’m sure it’s much smaller than what is depicted on TV. We did stop briefly along our drive for some ice cream, which really hit the spot, as usual. We also were treated to some shows of lightning and a few rain showers. Finally, around 6pm, we arrived in Monte Vista, home of the Best Western Movie Manor, where we would be spending the night.

Our first experience at this unique hotel happened on our anniversary trip 4 years ago. Nate decided to surprise me on our destination, and we hopped in the car, heading north, as I made guesses about our trip. I did get it before too long, but that didn’t hinder the excitement in the least. Now, drive-in theaters are getting to be a rarity, but not only does this place have a drive-in theater, it one-ups it by having a motel associated with said theater. In fact, you have the option of watching movies from the picture window in your room or sitting in your car! How cool is that?! I am pretty sure this is a one of a kind establishment, and really worth the trip to southern Colorado. On our first trip, we watched “Star Trek” and drank way too much wine (which would prove a problem when we took the bumpy Cumbres Toltec train ride the next day), but it was so much fun! I made sure to get us reservations on the drive down, and we were assured a room with a good view to watch “Oz the Great and Powerful” (or we had the option of watching “Scary Movie 5” from our car if we so desired).

Since we were early and hadn’t yet eaten dinner, once we’d checked into the Movie Manor, we headed to the associated restaurant next door to get some eats. Included in the price of our stay (which was actually less than the Super 8s we stayed at the previous nights) was a discounted meal at this restaurant, and, of course, the movies. We settled into our seats at the restaurant and ordered unexceptional meals of a sandwich and soup. I did get to talking with the waitress while Nate was in the bathroom, and it turns out that the motel (I think – it may be the drive-in itself which is a separate entity) was bought by a new family, so hopefully they’ll keep things running like they have been. It would be such a shame to lose such a neat place.

After dinner, we moved into our room: 205, the Jerry Lewis room, and got settled. It was starting to get dusky out, so we headed down to the concession stand to get some snacks before the movie started. One of the ladies running the stand asked me if I bought a horse. I had no idea what she was talking about, so I said, “I wish!” I’m pretty sure she got me confused with someone else she saw at some livestock auction. That would be a dangerous event for me to attend. Anyway, Nate got some popcorn, and I got a giant pickle and the 3rd caffeinated drink I’ve had since being pregnant: a Pepsi. I really needed something to drink, and there weren’t many options. We settled back into our room and enjoyed a great view and movie. What a neat place, and I can’t wait to bring our little one here someday (when she can really experience it).

Sun. May 19, 2013

I had a wonderful night’s sleep, which is getting to be more and more rare. We actually slept in quite a bit, which was a treat, too. We took our time getting ready and hit the road a little before 11. On a whim, I suggested we try to eat dinner at the fabulous Rancho de Chimayo, a nice New Mexican restaurant that we hadn’t visited in over 10 years! The only time I’d been was on our first drive down to New Mexico together, on our ten day road trip when Nate was moving out. This restaurant was one at which his family would dine for special occasions, and he wanted me to experience it, too. Sadly, much of it burned in recent years, and they only just reopened not too long ago. Even still, its distance and location made it a place we rarely thought of visiting. This time, however, it was almost on our way back, so I thought, why not? So we called Nate’s mom Karla and invited her to join us, which we were glad she was able to do.

The drive down was thankfully uneventful. Just lots of beautiful scenery for many, many miles. We hit some traffic but still got there with a few minutes to spare. Once we all had arrived, it wasn’t long before they found us a table outside on the back patio. It may have even been the same place we’d sat on our first visit together all those years ago. I honestly couldn’t tell what had changed after the fire, because it all looked so historic. It was a bit chilly out there, as the clouds kept rolling in, and we even had a few sprinkles that were luckily caught by the large umbrellas overhead. The food was even more incredible than I remembered, and we all really enjoyed ourselves. After eating, we wandered the grounds a bit, admiring the décor and rustic setting. We will definitely have to come back, hopefully sooner than 10 years.

After lunch, we said goodbye to Karla and headed back down to Albuquerque. On the way, we made sure to stop for some Dairy Queen (I got seconds, I’m terrible!). We finally arrived at home around 5 or so. It was an incredibly enjoyable, though a bit whirlwind, trip, and I cherished every moment. I know our next one probably won’t be as simple, so I made sure to mentally capture each moment as best I could. The next one will definitely be a brand new adventure!

Australia: Day 22 - Back to Melbourne and Home

Oct. 7th

I woke up super early, well before our wakeup call, which actually turned out to be a wakeup knock. We were ready nearly immediately and ran down to check out of the hotel. They called us a cab, and we were whisked off to the airport. We were so early that we had the option of taking an earlier flight, but we opted not to for some reason I don’t really recall. The Canberra Airport is very nice – airy, clean, and comfortable. While waiting, we proceeded to get rid of a lot of our Aussie change in the vending machine, enjoying chicken-flavored crisps and other delights. The actual flight on Qantas was lovely, too, with an extremely friendly crew and treats in the form of apples, cookies, and juice. Once we landed in Melbourne, we collected our luggage and went over to Thrifty to get things settled as best we could. I felt a bit like they blamed us for the accident, but we eventually straightened things out somewhat. Then we headed across the street and checked into the last hotel of our stay. It was a luxury business hotel, and honestly, after what we’d been through, we more than deserved it.

It was only mid-day, and we didn’t want to waste our last moments in Australia just sitting around re-living what had happened the day before. There were still a few more things we wanted to see in the Melbourne area, and frankly we didn’t like the city enough to want to come back, so it was now or never. On a whim, I decided to check the Luna Park website to see if there was any chance at all that the Scenic Railway roller coaster might be running. It sounded pretty grim when I’d talked to the staff several weeks ago, considering they were remodeling the entire façade. Well, it turns out that we happened to be back during spring break, and as such, they decided to run the coaster after all! I could not believe our luck! We caught a bus to a depot downtown where we caught a tram that took us directly to Luna Park. We bought our ticket and headed right over to the Scenic Railway queue. It was a bit overcast, and somewhat drizzly, and we were informed of the danger that they may shut the ride down due to rain. We waited 45 minutes to ride, nervously watching the skies, talking to the extremely excited little boy and his sister in front of us in line (his excitement almost rivaled mine!) and reading all the warning signs about people with neck injuries not riding. I was sore. Unbelievably so. But I wasn’t going to miss out on the chance to ride the oldest continuously-running roller coaster in the world, and the last remaining coaster with a brakeman. This thing was happening, whiplash or not. When it was finally our turn, we were ushered into the third seat back and began our ride.

And what a ride it was! I really wish I remembered more of it, but I spent most of the time struggling to keep my head upright. I just didn’t have the strength to do so, and my head was knocked around like mad, which is weird because it wasn’t a particularly complicated layout. At the bottom of each hill, it was excessively rattly, and I braced myself each time as best I could. I spent most of my time concerned with that, and not really paying attention to the ride itself, sadly. Still, the ride was basically gentle, circling the perimeter of the park twice, clockwise, as we flew through tunnels. We'd listen to the brake lady as she'd tell us when to brace for rough spots and when to put our hands up. As for her, she stood the entire ride! What an experience!

After riding, we took some more pictures of the park and headed down to Craik’s, an Irish pub, to get a bite to eat in the form of fish and chips and beer. Then we wandered down to the pier with the intent of waiting for nightfall to get some nice pictures of a lit-up Luna Park. What better way to spend our time than a leisure stroll along the water? Weren’t we surprised to discover signs indicating that this very pier, so unassuming and regular, was a reserve not only for the fairy penguins we missed out on seeing at Kangaroo Island, but also for a native water rat known as the rakali! The signs indicated that these animals would be more active toward dusk, so as evening set in, we swept back and forth along the pier, peeking in every rock crevice we could find. Then we heard a slight commotion from some other people. We hurried over to their spot to discover a little fairy penguin, hiding amongst the boulders, just awaiting nightfall. The more we looked, the more penguins we spotted!! We also saw a few rakali, both foraging on shore and swimming expertly in the sea, searching out shellfish for dinner. What an awesome treat, and a great end to an overall amazing trip. After seeing lots and lots of awesome wildlife, we took a brief stroll in a nearby park, returned to the pier a second time to look for more critters, and took a final stroll past Luna Park to enjoy the brilliance of all its lights before catching our rides back to the hotel. It was an amazingly perfect end to our trip.

Our long flight home the next day was uneventful. Lots of movies to watch, and we also discovered that adult beverages were available at no extra charge, so we made sure to enjoy ourselves. We got home in one piece, a bit sore, but full of memories to last a lifetime. We both eagerly look forward to our next big adventure.

Australia 2011 Day 21: Canberra and Car Crash

Oct. 6th

We woke up at a reasonable hour and decided to spend our morning exploring the National Museum of Australia, only a short walk from our hotel. We really didn’t know what to expect here, but were pleasantly surprised, and I honestly think I could have spent several more hours exploring. There were exhibits of all sorts, ranging from history to wildlife to movies to culture to you name it. If it had anything at all to do with Australia, you would find it discussed here. Some of my favorite exhibits included a reconstructed skeleton of a Diprotodon, the largest known marsupial to have existed in Australia. Resembling a giant wombat, this creature stood about 6.6 feet high and was about 10 feet long. They also had a skin from a Thylacine, which was of interest to me after having possibly seen one on the road a few days prior. Since the last known one died in 1936, it was about as close to seeing a real one as I could hope for. They also had exhibits discussing the problems associated with invasive species, with which Australia has had many a battle. One of the neatest exhibits was an insect collection collected by Charles Darwin himself, complete with labels he wrote! That about made my day.

After having spent at least four hours at this fascinating museum, we knew we had a long way to drive this day, so we hit the road by early afternoon. Once we got out of the confines of Canberra proper, we started noticing signs for wineries, and we decided to try to find one that was open after our lack of luck the day before. We decided to skip the first, and the second was closed. We came upon the third, and were in the right turn lane (equivalent to a left turn lane in the States) to access its road when we heard horrible squealing tires…I turned, horrified, to look at Nate, and an instant later we were hit at high speed from behind, whirling into oncoming traffic. As I watched this play out in slow motion, I calmly and somewhat fearlessly wondered what was going to happen…would we be hit? Would we be injured? I didn’t let myself get any further than that thought when we were hit again by an oncoming pickup truck. All the cars came to a stop as quickly as they could, and I remember stating the obvious to Nate, that we had to get out of the car, fast, not knowing if the thing would catch fire or who knows what. Our car had been accordioned, so much that we couldn’t open the doors. Nate had to kick out his door, and I exited on his side. Nate’s glasses had flown off, and our trunk was smashed in, leaving stuff all over the street and a trunk in our backseat. Holy crap, anyone back there would have died. We’re lucky we didn’t.

Once out of the car, we were both in a rather stunned state. We made our way to the side of the road as other cars just stopped, unsure of what to do. I luckily noticed my computer case had landed in the middle of the road, and cars were gingerly driving around it. I ran to grab it, and by some miracle the computer was unscathed. Some drivers asked if they could do anything, and I just asked them to call for help, which it turns out many had already done. Then Nate and I stood, dazed, at the side of the road and waited for help to arrive. We had some witnesses offer to let us sit in their car, out of the drizzly rain. In talking to them, we were able to find out a bit more about what happened at the scene. From their account, we had been sitting in the right turn lane on a straight stretch of road with no obstacles to block the view of people coming up from behind. I guess the car behind us (quite a ways back, considering we were stopped for over a half minute before impact) wasn’t paying attention and was speeding, and the people behind him were riding his tail closely. The squealing we heard was him swerving around us at the last second, and the guy behind him didn’t have time to react and smashed into us at, by estimation, about 55 mph. From what we understand, the swerver was the son of the guy who impacted us. Neither of them spoke much English, so we couldn’t get any information from them at the scene. The guy who hit us was injured along with his wife and possibly a grandchild, and while their car was likely totaled, it was nowhere near as bad as ours.

An ambulance eventually arrived, and I let them look me over, but declined a trip to the hospital, as did Nate. Of course the people that hit us were all about hospitals and injuries. Well, if you’d drive safely, maybe you wouldn’t be in this predicament, hmmm? After we were checked out, Nate went off to give the police his statement, while I just stood out in the rain, still stunned. I was given a blanket and just watched as the cars went by, not quite letting the gravity of what just happened sink in. Eventually, our tow truck driver showed up and got the car hooked up to the truck. We had a few last words with the police who gave us their contact info, and climbed into the truck.

Sandwiched between Nate and a jovial but foul-mouthed, rather racist Aussie, we had an awkward drive back to his scrap yard, listening to his rants about Julia Gillard (the current prime minister) and various other things I’d rather not get into here, as we laughed nervously and hoped his reckless driving wouldn’t result in the second accident of the day. Once at the yard, we got our bearings and bade farewell to our loyal and now unrecognizable Tiida. Our driver drove us back to the central business district of Canberra where he dropped us off at the bus depot. There, we were assured that all buses were gone for the day, and that the station would be closing, so we’d have to make arrangements for accommodations. I sat in the station with the luggage while Nate ventured out, desperate to find us a place. He wound up settling for a rather pricy establishment next door, but it afforded us comfort and internet service, so it was likely worth it. That left us with the problem of how to get back to Melbourne in time for our flight in two days. I was lucky to get that night’s original hotel reservation cancelled, and Nate took on the task of finding us transportation. We were fortunate to find two seats on a flight down the next morning, so thank goodness! The last thing we wanted to do at this point was drive anymore, and it wasn’t like our rental company was around to help us much anyway.

I ultimately wound up with left-sided whiplash, and my pain increased as the day went on, being downright awful this evening. Beyond this, I really wasn’t phased about the whole thing until I started thinking about that backseat. What if someone had been there? I can’t think about what ifs, but still. It ate at me all night long. Our Tiida served us well, though. Oh, Nate lost his shoes, and we lost an Aussie Smurf Happy Meal toy, but I think that’s really it. At least no one lost their lives. Still, we were dazed, angry, and in shock…and did I say angry? I had some serious anger issues once I really thought about what their carelessness could have resulted in. I still do at times.

Anyway, we hadn’t eaten at all that day, so we decided to venture out, aches and pains and all, to find some sort of food. We limped down to the nearby McDonalds, and while they managed to screw up my order consistently, it really did hit the spot. Then we came back and got some drinks at the hotel bar before retiring to our room for a rather fitful night.

Australia 2011 Day 20 - Wollongong and Canberra

Oct. 5th

So why Wollongong? Of all places, what drew us to this location when we could have just made a bee line to Canberra? Well, back when I was thinking about studying abroad, the University of Wollongong was actually my first choice school! I was enamored by the water features and ponds, of all things. I know, a silly reason to choose a university, but it also did have a good biology program. Looking back, I’m glad I went to Murdoch instead because I met some great people, and I got to see a part of the country that few Americans visit due to its remoteness. Still, I wanted to see what I may have experienced had fate rolled the dice differently.

We woke up quite early and made our way to the University. Doing so was easier said than done, due to some confusing roads and bad directions from the Garmin. Eventually, we made it to campus and attempted to snag a geocache or two at the school. Doing so was a great way to see the grounds, including a lovely botanical gardens that was part of the school. We also saw some of the beautiful water features that had caught my eye to begin with. I imagined the school would have been much larger, but I also think that we may not have seen more than a fraction of it. It actually did remind me a lot of Murdoch, though it’s hard to say how. Perhaps the architecture was similar. It felt about the same size, too. Very comfortable, though as a four year student, I think I’d have preferred something larger (like U of I, go figure!).

After wandering around and finding a single geocache, we were back on the road again, en route to Canberra. I’d heard a lot of things about the capitol of Australia, and none of them were really good. Essentially, the running opinion is that Canberra is boring. Its main purpose is governmental, it’s a preplanned city with very little history and rather sterile architechture, and there isn’t much to do there. I had no idea what to expect, but I like to form my own opinions. What a shame it would be to miss out on any city while we were here! We HAD to see Canberra.

As cities go, this one was right on par with what Nathan and I both wanted. There were things to see and do, and it was DESERTED! Really, it seemed like the only people around were public servants and a few occasional tourists. It was easy to get around in this geometrically-planned city, and we found our way to our hotel quite easily. We had a reservation at a University housing area, and while waiting to check in, I noticed that I somehow chipped a tooth! It didn’t hurt at all, but it was rather surprising and unnerving . I’m not sure how that happened, but all the tooth chattering from sleeping in the car probably didn’t help matters any.

We checked into our room, which was actually a nice suite with a bathroom and living area. We dropped off our things and headed out the door to do some exploring. We opted to do it all by foot, and Canberra proved to be a rather pedestrian friendly city, much to our delight! There were lots of manicured park areas and bike trails on which one could also walk. We headed over the bridge, noticing a Ferris wheel and wondering what that was about (we’d find out later that a private plane crashed into a Ferris wheel the next day while people were riding it, and we assume it was that one – how scary!). We did some light geocaching and found two. Unfortunately, the pen we used to sign logs exploded in the pocket of my new jeans, so that was a mess. Still, that didn’t deter us from delving further into the sights of Canberra.

Our first stop was the art museum, the National Gallery of Australia. It was an impressive place featuring all manner of art, including Indigenous pieces. One of my favorite displays was a series of light bulbs whose filaments were sculpted to form all manner of shapes including physical objects and states that would glow intensely at random intervals. We spent a lot of time there, and I really enjoyed it! After that, we hoofed it down to the House of Parliament where we learned more about Australian political structure and got to climb to the grass-covered roof and view the surrounding countryside. We got some great pictures of the town and could see the war memorial directly across the lake from us. One of the neat things about Canberra is that they made it a point to incorporate native plants into the area, so there is no shortage of greenery. Many of the roofs are planted with grasses, as well, and the city in general tries to be as green as it can. It felt clean and fresh and comfortable here. And we rather liked it!

Once we’d had enough of the House of Parliament, we walked over to the War Memorial. It appeared there had just been a service, and it was an absolute madhouse, so we saw what we could and then walked back to our hotel, going through some peaceful residential neighborhoods and seeing a lot of exotic birds up close. I could really see living in Canberra. It just felt good. I think, coupled with Alice Springs, this was one of the best cities on our trip!

Exhausted from quite a bit of walking, we made it back to our room where I showered and got ready for dinner. We walked down to the CBD where we found a nice sushi restaurant. It was a pleasant meal, and it was good to have some food in our stomachs again. After that, we found a pub (which we found out later was known for being rather rough and occasionally dangerous) and had a drink. At one point, a strange woman came up to me and asked me to accompany her to the bathroom. I really didn’t feel comfortable about it, but I did anyway because she seemed scared of something. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t all there, and I made sure to make eye contact with people along the way just in case I needed help, but she left me alone after she was done and, weirded out, Nate and I hurried to finish our drinks and get outta there. That was rough enough for me!

Australia 2011: Day 19 - Gold Coast through Sydney

Oct. 4th

While we enjoyed our brief respite in one place, we knew the road was calling us again, and we still had a lot to see along the way. We had a long drive this day, heading south and not really stopping for much beyond getting gas and attempting to visit a few wineries that either didn’t exist, or were within 10 minutes of closing and didn’t want to bother with us. Rude!

On our travels, we noted the lack of expressway systems across Australia. While the US has interstates spanning from coast to coast, Australia’s main roads are merely two-lane highways, and therefore getting around seems to take longer. Our drive between Brisbane and Sydney was no exception. It took an eternity, and the two of us were getting really frustrated with not seeing anything on this long drive.

We really had no intention of going to Sydney, considering how stressful city driving and crowds can be, but since we hadn’t seen much on this leg of the trip, Nate suggested we attempt to at least see the Opera House, since we were going to be so close. It would be a shame to come all the way to Oz and not see its most famous sight. Plus, by the time we’d get there, it would be so late at night, surely the traffic wouldn’t be too bad. I agreed wholeheartedly, and we altered our route slightly, taking us right into the heart of Sydney.

The drive there wasn’t too bad until we really started getting to the downtown area, or central business district (CBD) as Aussies like to call it. The sudden road changes and some confusion between the Garmin and our real-life road perceptions kept us on the edge of our seats, but somehow we managed to make it there around 9pm. Once the Garmin indicated we were in the right vicinity, we parked at the first garage we could find and walked down to the harbor where we admired the bridge and the Opera House from afar. We took a lot of pictures, and we were doubly excited when we were able to spot Sydney’s Luna Park across the harbor. It was aglow with thousands upon thousands of brilliant lights, looking like something out of a bygone era.

We headed around the harbor toward the Sydney Opera House and were delighted to discover it was open for people! So we went inside and explored as much of the lobby as was accessible. We also walked around outside and took pictures of the stunning architecture. I was so glad we were able to see this incredible structure up close! After we’d seen all we possibly could, we headed back to our car around 11pm. Upon arriving at the parking garage, we were met with a rather startling find. The gate was closed and our car was locked away! Oh no!! There was no obvious way of accessing it, and we started to worry about where we’d sleep that night. Luckily, we were eventually able to track down a number, and they opened the gate for us. Relieved, we retrieved our car and headed back down the road.

I’d attempted unsuccessfully to find us an open motel, but we resigned ourselves to the fact that nothing would be available, and we decided to continue on down to Wollongong and find a place to sleep in the car. By the time we arrived, it was well after midnight, and we were, as always, exhausted. We drove around in vain, trying to find a place to pull off and sleep, but we wound up just sleeping on the street in a residential area, hoping no one would complain. It was a cold, uncomfortable night, but at least we didn’t have to waste money on a motel room!

Australia 2011: Day 18 - Warner Bros. Movie World and Surfer's Paradise

Oct. 3rd

I had the hardest time getting up this morning. Was all this travel finally catching up with me? Nah!! The air conditioning kept going on and off, and that eventually got me out of bed. We’d been trying to decide how long we wanted to stay in the Gold Coast, and determined we’d stay another night. So we headed down to the lobby to extend our stay. Then we went on a mission: to find a shuttle to Warner Brothers Movie World. When Leah and I visited, we went to all three major amusement parks in the area and somehow managed to get a shuttle to each one, considering we didn’t have a car. Surely it would be that easy again, right? Well, it turns out you needed reservations well in advance, and since we didn’t, we were out of luck. Not a big deal except that meant we’d have to drive again – something we sincerely wanted a break from after all this. Luckily, Movie World wasn’t extremely far away, so back into the saddle we hopped.

When last I was in the region, of the three parks we’d visited, Movie World was my second favorite, just under Dream World and better than Sea World. It was an interesting place, featuring many movies and actually allowing us on the set of a few including Riddler’s Lair from “Batman Forever,” which was quite impressive. My only disappointment was its size – there wasn’t all that much to do. Well, such was the case on this visit, though there was more than in 1998. I had told Nate about the backstage tour, but sadly that had been discontinued, as had the Gremlin ride, which was a lot of fun. Instead, we were treated to a few new roller coasters, and I was able to drool over the new Green Lantern coaster that was being built in the parking lot. Speaking of the lot, we were excited to discover that parking was free! That’s always a nice treat. Inside the park, the lines were ridiculously long, so although there wasn’t much to see, it would certainly take an entire day.

One of the best attractions was the Superman roller coaster, a launched ride that had you soaring above the park. It was fantastic. It was also the one ride with the silly rule that you couldn’t take anything on it with you, even if you put it in zipped up pockets. They required you to rent a locker and store things there. It was a pain, but what can you do. I guess the ride was worth the extra charge. I’d have loved to have ridden it again, but with the lines as long as they were, time would not permit.

There was also a really cool Scooby-Do themed indoor Wild Mouse that starts out with an elevator lift, and drops you onto the track backwards, so you’re speeding around, not knowing where you’re going. That was a lot of fun. I’m counting their water ride, Wild West Falls, a roller coaster because it’s on a track and features a coastery move or two. That was a blast as well. Then there was Lethal Weapon: The Ride (which, since we’ve returned, has been renamed Arkham Asylum). Back when I rode it last, this Vekoma SLC (suspended looping coaster) was so much fun that I rode it five times in a row. Other coaster enthusiasts would ridicule that, saying I was crazy for liking an SLC. But I swear, this ride was really good back then! How would 13 years have treated it? Well, let’s just say that I spent the entire ride wondering if I would bust an eardrum, have brain damage, or snap my neck. It was the most painful, horrendous ride ever, and they need to tear it down! I’m amazed no one’s been bashed to death on that thing. I’m pretty sure my brain was bleeding once we got off the ride, and yet I heard people in line saying “This ride is great!!” Ummm, I think my brain damage prediction came true for some of them.

Beyond this, we watched the stunt car show, which I think I’d seen all those years ago, did the Batman simulator ride, which is one of the best simulators around, and rode the Road Runner roller coaster. Despite the lines and being such a small park, we had a fun time. I really wish we’d have had time to revisit Dreamworld, which I sincerely think is the better park. Plus they had even more new coasters!! Yet another reason to go back, not like we need one.

After the park, we attempted to do dinner at Dracula’s Redrum Cabaret dinner theater, but sadly it was closed on Mondays. Instead, we headed back to Surfer’s main drag and toured a five-storey haunted house that featured things like walking through Australia’s former prime minister Kevin Rudd’s digestive system. That was pretty cool, actually! From there, we did the Infinity Attraction, something we’d never seen before. Essentially a light and mirror maze, full of special effects, this 40 minute attraction was unique and dizzying. Very cool, and definitely worth experiencing at least once.

From there, we decided to have dinner at a Thai restaurant that was a bit off the main drag. It was absolutely lovely – they kept filling our water without having to request it, the food was superb, and they had individual champagne bottles full of the tastiest bubbly, and served with a raspberry. So wonderful! The atmosphere was great too. It had an island feel, and we were seated right next to a tranquil koi pond with a waterfall. *sigh*

We ended the night with an ice cream and a romantic walk along the beach. It was a wonderful end to our stay in Surfer’s Paradise.