Leu Gardens, Lavas and ...... lots of other weird shit

The day or so after I arrived in America, Clare and I had got up for breakfast, and were by the pool eating a 'breakfast casserole' (yes they eat casseroles for breakfast in America). The sun was beaming and both the pool, and the lake in the distance were shimmering and glinting with light. "I thought we could visit Leu Gardens today," said Clare, thoughtfully chewing on a turkey sausage. "What the bloody hell is Leu Gardens?" I asked her, flicking a slice of jalapeno pepper off my bacon [it bounced un-noticed off her dog's head and plopped into the pool]....more