Annamaria on Monday
It's Sunday afternoon and though most of my dear ones are gone, I am still here in Tucson. Because I wanted to stay here for the Sunday morning events, I had only one choice if I wanted to fly home today: fly to LAX and take the redeye to arrive early on Monday morning. I declined. I have taken the redeye many times in the past, but I think it is now against my religion to suffer that ever again.
So, after heartfelt goodbye hugs to friends I see all too infrequently, I am in my room working on my blog in between a lovely lunch and up coming dinner with writer friends who live nearby. My plan was to prepare for writing this post by walking around the grounds of the hotel and photographing the wildlife alleged to be nearby and easy to find. I walked and looked and walked and looked. Nada.
Here are a few photos of the area that are , more or less, worth looking at:
I know. I owe the readers of MIE something better than this. But the past few days have been so warm, so full of affection and friendship and have included one of my loveliest birthdays ever. i am still basking in the glow of it all and cannot summon my usual determination.
I wanted, at the very least to show you all a photo of one of the legendary creatures that live nearby - a roadrunner. I went to all the places where other attendees of the conference said they saw them. No dice.
Here is the best I can do:










