And so it begins…

Phoenix, Arizona. Land of ten thousand suns. Land of blistering, unyielding heat. Home to scorpions, tarantulas, rattlesnakes and all manner of creatures that thrive at ungodly temperatures. At least, that’s what I imagined. I intended to start the blogging process sooner, to discuss the path that lead to travel and, ultimately, Phoenix, but seeing as I failed to do so, I’ll have to do this Tarantino style. Here is what we have learned about Phoenix in 24 hours:

1) There isn’t a big difference between a hot day here and a hot day in North Carolina. Both locations boast a sweltering midday summer heat that sends you running and crying for the next air conditioned facility. In both locations, Tobi insists on going outside to explore and doesn’t seem the least bit hindered by the ridiculous temperature. I also still consider anyone exercising outside midday to be insane in both locations, and yet I see people doing it all the time.

Running was a bad choice
Running was a bad choice

2) Phoenicians are proud of their city. No joke, we already have a laundry list of things to do in Phoenix from both the bartender at the Mejicos (no joke, that is really how it is spelled) and the lady at the membership counter of CostCo. From tubing down the Salt River to microbrews at Ohso’s to First Fridays (!! like Raleigh!!)- I was struggling just to write it all down so I wouldn’t forget.

Slow down, Professor!
Slow down, Professor!

3) They take their tequila VERY seriously. Upon entering CostCo, we saw a large display of various types of tequila, most of it 100% Agave, much of it higher end. Chris, the bartender at Mejicos, concocted our margaritas from tequila, agave nectar and freshly squeezed lime juice. Perfection. He even told me where to find the best agave nectar for mixing margaritas. Chris is a pretty stand up guy.

Give or take the cuantro
Give or take the cuantro

4) Phoenix gets rain in the summer! I am aware of the monsoon season, but I didn’t expect a drop of moisture until then. A pleasant surprise to get caught in a sprinkle of rain on our walk back from the coffee shop. It was too small to be called a shower, but the smell? Incredible. All this in the same day as a haboob. Seriously, I just got a warning on my phone to avoid travel until 8pm. Don’t worry, Weather.com. I won’t be leaving my air conditioned apartment unless forced to do so.

Yep, that looks like a big old pile of nope. Not going outside.
Yep, that looks like a big old pile of nope. Not going outside.

5) I miss North Carolina and all the people in it terribly. Initially, our move out to Colorado just felt like vacation, and the finality of leaving North Carolina didn’t truly set in until we arrived in Phoenix. Since then, my heart literally aches for my dear friends and coworkers back in NC. But in remembering all these wonderful people we know, it has also sparked excitement at the new friendships on the horizon. Probably with Chris.

Truth
Truth

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