The locals I've met make sure I understand that this "weather" is unusual. In fact, the current temperature and blustering wind not only is ten degrees below normal, but is as unwelcome as a house fly swimming in the Menudo. No matter. Our intrepid band bundled up against the wind and chill and headed to Mission St. Xavier del Bac, the only surviving mission in Arizona. Founded in 1692, San Xavier is considered the finest example of Mexican baroque architecture in the United States and one of the most culturally significant, at risk, buildings in the World. The place is magnificent. Too bad it was under construction. Massive scaffolding prevented us from entering the sacristy. Also inaccessible was the back courtyard, and most of the interesting aspects of the mission. I was disappointed because the best parts were shrouded, but no worries. We decided to go eat instead. We had a delightful Mexican meal at a place Judy's hairdresser recommended. From there we went our separate ways. The Drouin's explored on their own; we took Liz back home for a nap, and Ross, Dinah, Judy and I drove once again through the National Saguaro Park. I never tire of the experience. It was a good choice to stay in the warm, comfortable car on this decidedly uncomfortable day. Once home, everyone did their own thing. I whipped up a pot of "Kim Chee Soup" for supper, which will warm our bellies against the cold. Tomorrow, the skies promise a return of their brightest blue, and the temperature is expected to soar into the mid seventies. We'll welcome whatever we get because life is certainly good, especially today.
Ross in rest mode pecking away at his I-pad.
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