Every once in a while, you stumble upon a place that surprises you. You arrive with no preconceived notions, no aspirations of grandeur, no idea that you are entering a truly special place. Such was the case with Tucson, Arizona.
On Christmas Eve morning, Bruno and I woke up to a flat tire and rain in a Planet Fitness parking lot, airplanes from the next-door airport whizzing over our heads. On Christmas morning, we woke up in a charming cottage with leafy garden views and toasted with mimosas while streaming Christmas music on a high-tech sound system. Over two weeks later, I still cannot believe how wonderfully Bruno and I managed to rescue Christmas.
Bruno is emphatically anti-city. Even as a child, he’d get headaches whenever his mom dragged him to Paris. So what was it about this trip and this city that softened my city-hating husband’s heart? You’ll just have to read on until the end of the post to find out!
I took a quick mini-trip to two American cities, New York and Washington DC. My goal was to reconnect with long-lost friends, but since our reunions happened in two engaging, alive, and beautiful cities, readers may be interested in my perspective. Read until the end for my overall take on why you should visit both cities.
Every once in a while, without even knowing it, you turn up in exactly the right place at exactly the right time. This post, about Spain’s Holy Week and its religious processions, is the story of one of those times.