I arrived safe and sound in Tucson. The 53 minute flight was easy peasy, and the gentleman who gave me his aisle seat in the emergency exit row is my hero of the week.
Stepping out of the airport into the warm sun was oh so inviting. I hopped in my cab and knew that Tucson wouldn’t be so bad as I rode into town as “The Best of My Love” and “Magic” played over the radio. The driver had the cutest little mustache and looked so suave in his aviators. I could have driven around in his car all day just looking at the desert scenery.
I have to run to my meeting, but here a few of my favorite finds from last night.
And how cute is my hotel?