Yesterday, I turned 33. I've been waiting for this birthday for several years because it's such a fun number. 31 and 32 are rather boring, but 33 has such panache! I've always associated it with being a real-live, legitimate adult. After all, Jesus was 33 at the height of his ministry, showing that by 33 he had grown to the stature and maturity necessary for the ministry of the Son of God. (My friend who just turned 33 pointed out that it's also the age he died at.) But no matter, I feel like I have finally arrived. Being the baby of the family, you always worry that you're just seen as a kid. But who could see a 33-year-old as a kid? No, sir. I'm officially a wise, mature, seasoned adult.
Here's how we celebrated my new-found adulthood! Mike brought me flowers. Aren't they pretty? Mike and I thought we looked like a monster and a water buffalo in these pictures, respectively, but as I'm the one posting the photos, I have edited out all the water buffalo pictures. I decree that for the next three months there shall be no more pictures of the water buffalo! Especially not in shorts.
I worked in the morning, and then Mike took me to lunch at the Cliff House, a historic old hotel in Manitou Springs. We sat on the patio and enjoyed the view.
We also enjoyed the food.
Then I worked some more. For dinner, Mike took me to La Perla Tapatia, a Mexican place recommended to us by our friend from Mexico as the best Mexican in town. Mike didn't get anything, and, despite being a water buffalo, I couldn't fit much chimichanga down my gullet, but it was still tasty.
Then we went for a hike up Bear Creek Canyon, on an old railroad grade. We'd never stopped here before, and we've been missing out! It's a very pretty trail along the creek, and would be much easier if I weren't in my delicate condition (it's fairly steep...for a pregnant lady).
We hiked about 1 1/2 hours and we got views of these rocks up close, which we before had only seen from afar on the road. The day before, I was able to hike 45 minutes, so I guess I'm finally getting back to normal.
At one point, we found a little side trail and a campsite that we stopped at to rest. It started raining like mad, and we hid under the trees for about 30 minutes before it died down. It was tres romantic. But we made it out, wet monster and wet water buffalo, and stopped at Agia Sophia for drinks. I got my favorite, the iced chai, which is more like a milkshake served in a tall skinny glass. Mike got his favorite, what I call his "little girl drink," a pink frothy berry white chocolate drink that would suit Strawberry Shortcake just fine. And thus concluded my thirty-third birthday.