...so my baby took me to the zoo. In his mind, going to the zoo is one of the must-do romantic things that every couply couple absolutely must do before they rightfully can call themselves a couple. I wasn't as convinced, having grown up in a zoo-deprived environment where "the zoo" equalled the Frösön animal park in Østersund, of which I can mostly remember non-showing lions, unpleasant, iffy smells and a scary episode of mistaking some stranger for my dad. On a more abstract level there is also the animals in captivity-issue. However, I can now report that after having caved in and gone to the Dublin Zoo that I am a changed woman. I now agree completely: there can surely not be anything quite as romantic as seeing a rhinocerouses arse with the person you love.
Also, we saw this very strange bird, which apparently is something like a flying dinosaur. Cool.
