I had been meaning to post days ago my mind felt like mush. I had been trying to fight a cold that I graciously received while on a mini holiday {vacay}. Sweet as he could be mi viego {nickname I call my hubby} nursed me back to health with popsicles, homemade posole and my choice of what my loving family like to call “mommy movies.” On my last full day in Arizona I managed to wake up with a cold. At first I assumed it had to be allergies. I mean how could I possibly get a cold my last day here? But, alas I remembered I had spent a few days among some under the weather individuals exchanging pleasantries, recipes, car talk and just plain good conversation.

Other than getting a cold my time in Yuma was wonderful. I’d never been to Arizona so I chose to fly into Phoenix and take a casual paced drive to Yuma. I loved it! I hadn’t done a solo mini road trip in quite some time. I put on some ol’skool jams and I was coasting down I-8. I could not get over the scenery. The first thing that came to mind was this place is BRIGHT. The sky is beautifully blue with a scalloped edge from the mountains. Clouds like fluffy white waves I could just run my fingers through. It was magic.

I spent time with family and got much needed vitamin d with a side of rest and relaxation. It was hard being without my little family for 10 days. I’ve never left my not so little for more than a weekend and 10 days took some getting used to. She’s my buddy, my shadow. FaceTime was our primary means of communication. We kept our morning ritual of light conversation about what kind of day we’ll have and anything she may have forgotten to share the night before. As a working mom missing moments is hard but for those traveling working mamas I have so much respect. Trying to hold down the fort miles away by phone and email plus tackling the work in front of you takes the skills of a master juggler.

The casual pace of Yuma was something I could get used to. My favorite place to eat was here where I had the best burger {with avocado} and B.L.A.T. {bacon, lettuce, avocado, tomato} sandwich. And I could not get over how cheap the avocados were. A bag of eight cost me four dollars when at home I would get maybe three for that price. These avocados were so fresh and delicious my grandmother suggested I buy a bunch to stuff in my suitcase. I didn’t. A few nights my grandmother and I shared small lemon tarts for dessert which we ate while watching her newest novella obsession. Although I understood some Spanish and subtitles were provided that did not stop her from reading them to me. Although I wasn’t entirely there for play I did manage to see a few sites and jotted some down for next time.

A visit to the Yuma Territorial Prison.

A few items made by the prisoners….

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