Denver, the mile high city.

Wonderful, exuberant, happy. That is how I feel. We are staying in “The Brown Palace Hotel” Denver, have a wonderful room and have just come up from the “The ship’s tavern”. Nora Jones (the new CD) has been put on the CD player and the women’s singing is permeating the room and my thoughts . My wife has just handed me a folic acid pill (dietary supplement) which will guard me from all sorts of medical evils (think heart attacks) and is now padding around the room in an advanced form of undress (well, we are married). What an evening. I am in Seventh Heaven. Good food, great service, pregnant atmosphere, promising things that maybe. We wandered down to the in-house ( in-hotel) bar, thinking maybe we can have a beer and a snack (think pub-grub) to discover they were offering Chimay beer (all the way from Belgium- I always drink the beer from here, but who can pass up the chance of drinking a Chimay?) The snacks turned out to be Steaks. Beer and steaks, what a combination. What a steak. All that was missing, and it wasn’t, was that magical, hard to define moment when you arrive somewhere strange and get talking to someone, who is enchanting and satisfying. And that is what happened , we meet someone, who talked all night with us and filled our evening. What an evening.
If I write any more of this I risk being called a B…S….R.
I am in seventh heaven.
Off to bed.