What a long flight, 11 hours with copious free booze. Left the plane feeling dehydrated and vaguely spacey. I seem unable to follow the advice of just about everyone I know to moderate alcohol and hydrate with water. Mouth felt like the terrible carpet at Phoenix airport. Hot tip: if like me you are vegan or have another special meal request…. on BA you get your food first which means less elbow jostling with your immediate plane neighbour.
Immigration was as usual long and understaffed and I was thankful that I had taken the precaution of wearing a scarf as the American hipster behind me in the queue had terrible post flight wind.
A warm welcome awaited me at arrivals, so good to see my brother and looking forward to spending the week seeing my sister–in-law and my nephews after two years of being away from them.
Travelling in January to the desert ticks two boxes. One, escaping the incessant grey skies, dark mornings and deluge of rain in England but two….. for once exiting the airport and was not like stepping into a tumble drier at full tilt. As has been apparent all day today I have seemingly brought the English weather with me.
My first full day has been spent running American errands (somehow fascinatingly more interesting than English errands) and then visiting the Mission San Xavier del Bac. I’ve been before and wanted to come back for two reasons. The last time I visited, I lit a candle for my terminally ill friend who sadly died almost a year ago so I wanted to come back to light another in her memory.
Also….. two they have a super Native American craft shop and I love the earrings there so I bought a few pairs and some white sage to do some smudging. I’m not sure turning up to a commercial meeting at a client’s office and wafting burning sage sound the room with a white (non-vegan) feather would viewed positively but you ever know when it will come in handy!
The afternoon was spent feeling the effects of jet lag and so a walk in the rain to wake myself up was called for which is where we found this fallen angel waiting to be collected by the recycling people.
I think she had been part of a full nativity scene which was still proudly in full swing in front of a neighbouring house. Felt immediately sad I couldn’t rescue her but I am determined to stick to only carry on luggage for this trip.
The evening ended with some family games and a beautiful vegan chilli cooked by my sister-in-law. There is a very marked difference between being vegan in the UK, even away from the big cities as opposed to the American vegan scene but we are off for lunch on Day 2 to see what we can find!
The weather is supposed to be better tomorrow so I’m hoping to report some blue skies.