Judy's sister, Karen, being the savvy traveler she is, caught an earlier flight on the the final leg from Las Vegas, which meant she arrived while it was still daylight. I'm a better driver in the daylight, so thanks to traveling mercies, we braved the after work traffic and safely arrived, even after a call returned us to the airport to pick up Karen's large suitcase, which she thought wouldn't have made the earlier plane. Amazingly, the first trip found us packed like combustible sardines in the going home from work traffic, but by the time we made the second trip, the airport arrival lanes were virtually empty and the freeway was being lightly traveled by people in no particular hurry. Judy had made a trip to the local Mexican market for a smorgasbord of burrito, sweet tamales, and chicken soup, which we snarfed down with glee. That was two days ago, and already Karen can be seen relaxing in the warm Tucson sunlight. This morning, Karen accompanied us to CrossStreet, the food kitchen we've been volunteering at since we arrived. She helped make toast, PPJ sandwiches, and served on the line. We haven't had time for any other adventures yet, but the week is young, and life is still very good, especially today.
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