My First *REAL* Vacation: Arizona
.::saturday, may 7::.
We did it on SUCH a whim.
Val, my successful and talented college gal pal, was in Wickenburg, Arizona working on a dude ranch - purely because, hey, when ELSE in your life will you be able to drop everything, pretend you don't have a Bachelors in Graphic Design, and work on a dude ranch? I had made the "big move" from employed to self-employed, so my "boss" decided I deserved a real vacation. Hell, she even paid for it.
Val and I checked out ticket prices for an hour online, and to our surprise we found a round-trip ticket from Baltimore to Phoenix for a little more than $200, less than two weeks away. Congratulations, Danielle: you're going on a REAL vacation.
I packed one shoulder bag with an extra pair of jeans, my toothbrush, a few clothes and a sketchbook. Said good-bye to the laptop, scowled at my cell phone and flung it under the seat of my car, and drove to Baltimore to stay with Val's parents for the night. A ten-minute drive to BWI later, and...
We did it on SUCH a whim.
Val, my successful and talented college gal pal, was in Wickenburg, Arizona working on a dude ranch - purely because, hey, when ELSE in your life will you be able to drop everything, pretend you don't have a Bachelors in Graphic Design, and work on a dude ranch? I had made the "big move" from employed to self-employed, so my "boss" decided I deserved a real vacation. Hell, she even paid for it.
Val and I checked out ticket prices for an hour online, and to our surprise we found a round-trip ticket from Baltimore to Phoenix for a little more than $200, less than two weeks away. Congratulations, Danielle: you're going on a REAL vacation.
I packed one shoulder bag with an extra pair of jeans, my toothbrush, a few clothes and a sketchbook. Said good-bye to the laptop, scowled at my cell phone and flung it under the seat of my car, and drove to Baltimore to stay with Val's parents for the night. A ten-minute drive to BWI later, and...
I was hopping into Minneapolis for my layover!
Minneapolis has a HUGE airport.
They literally HAVE to cover the floors with moving walkways - otherwise, a person with a connecting flight on the other side of the building would never make it in time.
So I had no time to hunt for a Taco Bell (the only fast-food restaraunt with cheap gluten-free meals), dished out the $7 for bad airport sushi, and then flew over Napolean Dynomite-land to...
Phoenix!
Val met me there, gave me a HUGE hug, grinned when I told her I had nothing but a carry-on bag, and we hopped off to the middle of Phoenix.
"We have to go somewhere in town first," she says, and we quickly found ourselves in the parking lot of...
"We have to go somewhere in town first," she says, and we quickly found ourselves in the parking lot of...
