They say there’s nothing quite like travel to expand one’s horizons. So what did I learn from our recent trip to Arizona? You just never know what’s going to cross your path when you head out of town.
I learned bobcats belong to the genus “Lynx Rufus” after heated debate about just what it was so confidently perched on our wall one evening.
Looks like your average house cat in this photo, doesn’t it? Trust me, it was not. We think he was lured in by the fountain and who could blame him?
I learned springtime doesn’t mean dogwood blooms and azaleas to everyone:
I learned there’s such a thing as weekend Hell’s Angels:
It’s been a long time since my last ride on a Harley, how about you?
I learned to appreciate the splendid aesthetic of Southwest decor particularly the kiva fireplace:
I learned to appreciate the power of one:
I learned they know how to rock a sandwich in Arizona. Green chile cornbread BLT anyone?
Or how about a Vietnamese Banh Mi sandwich with sriracha aioli and sesame green bean salad?
I learned not to torture myself by venturing into outstanding Farmers’ Markets the day before flying home.
I learned that a step is a step according to my Fitbit. No credit given for vertical ascents. I think this is a serious defect in the device, don’t you?
I learned the most divine cocktails can be invented when cleaning out the fridge. What to do with those raspberries? Well, little sister is quite the maestro with a blender. How about this for a beautiful margarita?
But what to call our newly invented drink? The Bobcat, of course!
And I already knew there’s no place like home, but Max reinforced it while smothering me in abundant Westie kisses this morning.
And thanks for reading!