Tuscon

Stories from the Road

Tucson, Arizona

The Arizona Inn

May 18, 2015

The man at the desk this morning tried hard to persuade us to take the jump on, jump off trolley into Tucson. He said we would find little parking, particularly on a Monday morning. I had visions of driving into New York City during rush hour. He was a nice young man, who was sincere, but we decided to take our car.

My Garmin led us into the city, and within minutes we had a nice parking space with a two-hour meter. There was little traffic and Tucson seemed lacking people. We cruised some blocks and looked at interesting buildings. There were many homeless people hanging out in a central park, and I thought the same things I always did, when I saw the homeless in San Diego. They had to be bored, and what a waste of lives. I could tell by some of their set ups that these people were creative and enterprising, and not only were they losing out, but society was also,

We drove around the University of Arizona, a huge, attractive campus, before stopping for lunch in an area adjacent to it. I was hoping to have more Mexican food, but we couldn’t find a Mexican restaurant. We ended up in a Greek restaurant, and we each had a sandwich and mineral water. We found a gelato place nearby and had a walking desert.

The Arizona Inn has a large pool, and we have been swimming laps in the morning and evening. We love the quiet peaceful atmosphere of the Inn, and I am glad that Karen and Ron Zappone recommended it to us. They once spent a family Christmas at the Inn.

Last night at dinner Vicki overheard a modest looking man say he had fourteen cars. He said he loved cars and considered them art objects. A tablemate asked him where he stored the vehicles, and he told her that he had an underground storage unit accessible by elevator. How can you not be curious about all that?