Our last day in Tucson, more sight seeing, and a stop at another great Southwest craft gallery. I wish I had brought my camera, we found ourselves in a part of town with wonderful adobe style homes and breathtaking views. Just when I thought I had found my niche in my comfortable, but modest Virginia home and the owner of a trendy, but slightly beat up Airstream trailer, I see houses like the aforementioned and I want to scrap it all and be part of the affluent, gated community set. Since I don't play the Lottery, this is not going to happen... but I can dream. It does beg the question though: Would I be the only one in this part of town with an Obama sticker on my Prius? Would I be the only one with a Prius?
On the way home to nuestra casa rodante Airstream, (I think that means our airstream motor home in Spanish) we found yet another SONORAN HOT DOG stand. We just had to celebrate our last day here with, you guessed it, one of those yummy gastritis causing dogs. When we first got here, I did extensive research on line for one good Mexican restaurant, something avant garde, with 5 star reviews, instead we spent all our eating out money on ...hot dogs. Other than money, there is probably a good reason I don't live in the swanky part of town.
Buenos Noches
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