A friend and I took a quick trip to a resort in Arizona this past weekend. I was decided that I needed a little time to myself prior to Eric's departure which is coming up very quickly. Next week to be exact.
I'm not very good at taking time for myself and so I'm grateful to my friend for making that happen. It was a lovely peaceful break, just long enough to breathe for a little while, without me missing my *people* too much.
The blue skies and warmth were most welcome when at this time of year we have snow in Colorado.
I've never really been to Arizona before. I drove through the very bottom corner when I was a teenager with my parents and sister on a radtrip to Las Vegas, just to say we had been, but what I remember is not what I saw this weekend.
I'm not really sure what I expected of the area but it certainly wasn't what I experienced. It reminded me of the time my Dad got orders to Germany. I was only 5 years old and my overactive imagination built up this tropical picture of a Hawaii like island with palm trees. Needless to say it was quite the disappointment when we landed in Germany and the reality was quite different.
My Arizona experience was somewhat reversed. I knew it would be warm with palm trees and golf courses but I didn't expect the sheer size and number of cactus in the area. I loved the mini cactus I had growing up. The cactus in Arizona are just awesome in every sense of the word.
We didn't do much, which was the whole point of the trip. We ate some good food and sat by the pool playing scrabble. It was perfect.
We wandered around in the sunshine taking in a few sights and capturing a few moments.
Including an impromtu selfie, just to make sure I don't fall out of the habit.
We loved the art.
And I even found a beautiful trail to run yesterday morning before we returned home.
Thank you Arizona! It was fabulous to meet you.