Honestly…circumambulating the park is only about a mile’s walk, assuming we don’t go through the Richistans. Dunno why that seems like a bit of a hike — because it isn’t — but for some inscrutable reason it felt like we’d trekked to Afghanistan and back by the time we got home this evening. Ohhh well: we managed something resembling exercise, anyway.
Sooo many cute little kids! And o’course because corgis are notoriously cute, they think we’re even more adorable than they are, so we pass any number of folks who coo and dote over Ruby the Corgi.
Out in the park, teams of Latin American athletes are always competing at this game and another, making the scenery even more scenic. Usually three or four games are going on at any given time, which provides a passel of handsome young men to admire as we pass through.
And WHAT a beautiful evening! Clear and balmy and blue…so lovely.
Now we’re back. My fingers refuse to hit the keyboard straight, so every phrase here is getting typed and re-typed and re-re-typed again.
I give up! AWWAAAYYYY!