After a series of late nights and early mornings we were completely exhausted come Saturday, so much so I actually caved for a nap. Upon waking up Cameron suggested we should go to the zoo. We could not remember ever having gone there before, but once we stepped foot onto the grounds a hazy memory came back of being there before. Since it was late in the afternoon I was afraid the animals would not be very active, but we were able to see a lot and spend some much needed time in the crisp, cold outdoors.

This chubby hippo was one of the first things we saw. As much as I enjoyed the zoo, I cannot help but feel sorry for the animals living in captivity for our enjoyment.

Do zoos make animals lazy or just depressed? This seems more like a scene out of someone's lazy Saturday than a wild animal.

One of the highlights was seeing the penguins fed. The caretaker called each of them by name. They had wonderfully spicy names like Lolita and Santiago.