When I travel, I always like to imagine what it would be like to live in that place. Could I get up in Montezuma, Costa Rica most of my days, walk to the grocery store that's in the living room of one of the neighbors and stumble through the purchase of bananas with my Spanish most mornings?
Because we are Nomadic these days, I think I've really tried on how it might look for us to live in Arizona. Mostly because it's a known quantity and Scotland is across a continent and an ocean. I am always rejuvenated and enraptured with time in the desert. Why not live here?
The answer is no. Knowing me, and the delicate flower that I am, you might think it's the heat that deters me. But with solar power and a car running on renewable energy, I could enjoy all that sun. I could raise the recycling flag a bit higher in this small town and take a job at the movie theater and help little old ladies with large rings and large hair and swollen joints find the correct theater for their afternoon enjoyment. The heat would not be so bad in this fantasy.
The answer is no because of the fauna I've encountered. To include on my list of citings, I submit the following:
-Spider the size of my fist under my bed.
-Beetles, also as large as my fist, that buzz into the screen door with such force in the evening, I think Bug is sleep walking the three steps from the apartment to his Grandparents' backdoor every time one of these beetles slams into it.
-Mosquitos more hungry than those in Minnesota. No joke.
-Spider the size of my half my fist dropping on my head as I walk the three steps to the Grandparents' backdoor.
-Ringed snake.
-Poisonous toads, multiple.
Now, my heart is palpitating just thinking of all the other yuckies my delicate self could list.
I adore M's parents, but Arizona is out. I've got to be able to go through a day without being grossed out by my kids and my environs. AZ vacations only for this lady!
