Tami has an apartment that's close to her office, which she likes, and downtown, where lots of things are going on, which she also likes. But she doesn't need that settled feeling of being at home, just a place to sleep and store her things. So, eight months in this apartment, and she hasn't unpacked most of her boxes yet.
Sunday morning, we reported for the Staycation-included breakfast buffet at Westward Look, but they told us we'd have to wait 20 minutes. Empty tables abounded and it was a buffet line, for crying out loud, but the surly hostess insisted they did not have enough waiters and we would have to wait. Disgruntled and hungry, we headed into town and ended up at the Organic Bakery, which was a great option. Although I was now noticing that restaurant meals cost a lot more back in the U.S. than I was paying in Tanzania. But it was such a treat to go out for Sunday breakfast with a friend because Tanzanians don't eat much breakfast. I have found two (expensive) Arusha restaurants that serve good breakfasts, but I always have to go alone.
I made it all the way through Phoenix on I-10 and up to Flagstaff without driving like I was in another country. North of Flagstaff, I retraced my route back through the Navajo Reservation. This time, it was a clear sunny day with intermittent road construction.
Part of the rock collection, polished and sliced and set into glass.