There is no water like the water that comes from the pipes in my home town. I would never dream of actually drinking the water from the fifty year old pipes in my dorm, especially after witnessing the havoc they reak upon our shower. The fluid they call water in our dinning hall is useless if not flavored with lemon or tea, and although I am often teased about my practice of taking gallons of water back to Orange with me from home, I can't help but continue this practice. The water of the city simply tastes like ...a city. Despite the fact that rain falls the same down here as it does in the mountains Idyllwild water is simply superior.
