In the early morning I woke up thinking it was raining. I could hear it on the RV roof, but a glance outside the window revealed another sunny day. When I rolled over and looked out the other window, I could see the RV’s shadow cast on the ground and the rain mystery was solved. The shadows of quails running along the rooftop were also part of the RV’s shadow. What a sweet way to wake up.
We decide to go to the old village of Tubac about 45 minutes south of Tucson. It has an ancient history with old buildings but like La Conner has been turned into a crass tourists’ village with shops owned by people who do not live there. It has lost its purpose of place. It is nothing but a commercial dump for artists and Mexican crafts. No spirit. Talk about stark!! I’ll never return.
My sense of place was confirmed with a dinner of my clan. We all worked in the kitchen and outside. We ate this fabulous meal under the veranda shielded from the afternoon sun. I am so blessed.
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