Today I washed two loads of clothes, packed, and enjoyed some social media reading with the balcony doors open. It’s too hot to sit outdoors, but with the ceiling fan going in our rented condo—and the westward-facing view not warming up until afternoon, the open doors let in some welcome breezes.

For lunch, we ate at Nalu’s Grill, where patrons stand in line outdoors, then order and pay at the open-air front desk before finding a seat. Unexpected entertainment came in the form of a chicken wandering through the restaurant. When a waitress noticed the bird, she grabbed a water bottle, squirting it while chasing the interloper out of the place.

In the late afternoon, John wanted to try Jollibee, a Filipino-based fast-food chain serving fried chicken and spaghetti adorned with BBQ sauce and hotdogs. The pineapple drink, in my estimation, was unfortunately the only good thing about the place. But at least John’s curiosity was satisfied.

Speaking of Filipino, all three of our Uber drivers this past week were young men transplanted from the Philippines. They were all eager to chat and share something about themselves.

We allowed plenty of time to arrive early at the airport, learning during the wait that it was snowing in Denver. Hopefully, the snow will stop by the time we arrive in the early morning hours.