Tuesday, January 1, 2019

2019, Nice For You to Finally Show Up

Hi, 2019!  I've been waiting for you!  And I gotta say.... you took long enough getting here and I don't appreciate it!  What took you so long?!  I have some things I want to get started already and that meant you showing you up!  Jeez Louise, it's about dang time! 

Okay 2019... (deep breaths, Melissa, you brat), so I know you've got the BEST things in store for us this year, and I know that I can be impatient sometimes, and I'd hate to start off on the wrong foot with you and all that really matters is that you're here now, so I totally forgive you!  

It's nice to finally see ya!  You look great!  Let's get this thing going already!

Along with not being all that happy here in the desert and still trying to find my groove here, Eric deployed very suddenly a few months ago and it's been tough on all of us as we've adjusted to a new normal.  And in this new normal, time has completely stopped and it's the most bizarre thing in the entire world.  We aren't even to the half way point in his deployment and when I think about that...... I lose it.

Gulp.
  
Be right back.



I was a single parent when Eric met me more than a decade ago, so even though my husband and I might have some severe co-dependency issues I was absolutely confident that I could and would take care of things pretty well without him, especially since Isabelle is extremely self sufficient now.  I mean, I'll be honest, Isabelle is the total boss up in here.  She has her shit to.geth.er.  That kid is inspirational and I'm just trying to keep up with her.  But, it is a well known fact on the family side of the military world that alllllll the things will and must go wrong when your Soldier leaves.  And for me, that has absolutely been the case.  

Thankfully nothing major, but still.

As if a corroded car battery that made my car not start needing for it to be towed to a battery store and for me to not look like a complete idiot when talking about battery installation (a masterful feat in itself) wasn't enough to appease whatever thing controls the thing that makes the things go wrong for military spouses wasn't enough, I then had a small fender bender (totally my fault), four flat &/or very low tires on the same gosh damned car that needed the new battery, a broken front door knob is the current bane of my existence, an oil change (this was easy peasy since I wasn't the one actually changing the oil, it's just that it was the most annoying 3 hour wait of my entire life when I was already dealing everything else), a leak in my refrigerator, one broken windshield wiper after I told the oil change technician that I did not need my wipers changed (because the person with a two week old greasy birds nest in her hair because she can barely get herself together knows exactly what she's talking about), teaching our daughter how to parallel park (God help me, the kid already thinks she knows it all), and a smelly kitchen sink that I can't for the life of me figure out how to get the smell under control even after searching the depths of Pinterest for a remedy to no avail.  

So.... yeah.

Like I said.  Nothing that I can't handle.  But with a kiddo who is tackling college and high school at the same time and is involved in just about every club there is and we both volunteer regularly and I need to make time to workout every day for my own sanity, a smelly kitchen sink will have me losing my shit completely for it to never return.  

But no matter!  Because 2019 is finally here and it's going to be a good one!  Even if we aren't anywhere close to being a whole family again, and even if I might still be in the desert, we're at least a little bit closer to our Soldier coming home, and that's something I can let myself get excited about and start to focus on!  But let's first say goodbye to an old chapter as we welcome in the new!  


Here is my "Best Nine of 2018," or whatever it is that is all the .02 second rage on Instagram right now:


From marching with my daughter and being able to show her the power of her voice at the Women's March in January, spending every spare second I could with my lover and the inspiration of my life, losing my fur-child in the Spring to his seizures, learning lessons from a hike that went really wrong, me getting my body back through a lot of hard work and getting to show it off a bit in a couple of military ball gowns, our daughter going to high school and college and nailing them both like they're no big deal, to a small family vacation to Tombstone, Arizona that ended up being so much more fun than we expected it to be, a low key celebration of 9 years of marriage at a hole in the wall restaurant (our favorite way to celebrate anything), and a deployment that is having an emotionally co-dependent couple find a new normal.  2018 managed to treat us gently and fairly and kept us humble, all the while strengthening our faith in our Lord Jesus Christ.  God is GOOD!  





But on to 2019 already!

Monday, December 24, 2018

Merry Christmas 2018!

Merry Christmas, y'all!  Whatta year, huh?  2018 gave our little family a mixed bag of blessings, sudden changes, lessons to be learned, and even loss.

The loss came in April when our precious fur-baby Brew could no longer fight his seizures and trusted us to give him back to God.  Eric, Isabelle, and I were not ready, but he was not ours to keep.  Journey was devastated to lose the stinkiest member of our family.  He was his brother's protector since Brew had his quirks (like making friends with the fence at the dog park, among many of his quirks, which made Brew a target for other dogs showing their aggression so Journey always kept his eye on him and never got too far in case he had to run another dog away so Brew could continue his friendship with the fence), so Journey struggled not knowing what to do with himself at first and just plain missed his buddy, but he's adjusted well now to being the only dog-child, and we are perfectly content with that.  Carley is still the little princess of our house, and we are perfectly content with that too.  But we sure do miss our Brewsky.

I am still hiking!  Although not as much as I'd like, thanks to a hike-gone-wrong in August, I am practicing when I can.  You can read about that horrible, awful, no good hike right here if you'd like.  I have to admit that the mistakes we made were embarrassing and extremely dangerous, but the lessons we learned are essential for future hikes and now that I've had to time to figure out what to do better, I'm feeling like I am ready to take on ALL the trails in 2019!  I volunteer weekly at a local homeless shelter and it has become my most favorite place to be when I am not on a trail.

Isabelle is a Sophomore in high school and got her drivers permit this year!  She is slowly learning how to drive and navigate in a very busy and very hectic city.  She has knocked out 6 college credits so far like they were no big deal and is on track to graduate a semester early.  Eric and I will continue to gauge her class load and stress level each semester, but so far she is breezing right through.  Isabelle also volunteers with me every week at the homeless shelter and our friends there are sure to ask her if her homework is finished!  Eric and I are thankful for the extra encouragement they give her to stay on track!  Isabelle also volunteers for the El Paso County Sheriffs Department in October when they put on their annual haunted house - she will happily scare the dickens out of you for a good cause!

Eric is the company commander of E/1-43 ADA Maintenance Company who are currently deployed overseas.  He deployed very suddenly this fall but that is sometimes how things work in the Army.  Isabelle and I are missing him like crazy and pray that 2019 brings them all home safely.  It isn't easy being apart from each other but we are thankful that we get to text and Skype every day which helps for our adjustment and for keeping each other as absolutely involved as we would be if we were together.  You all already know that we are a family that does every single thing together so him being gone has been tough for us.  Eric's absence is unmistakable and giant in our every day life, but I am doing what I can to absorb as much as I can from Isabelle so that she can continue to focus on her friends, school, and volunteer work.  For Eric, he remains focused on the mission and his Soldiers and that's exactly how we want it!  All three of us look to God for the lessons to be learned during our separation and remain strong in faith as Eric serves our country.

Eric, Isabelle, and I hope that your 2018 was a joyous one!  Even if it was filled with all the lessons learned, loss, and sudden changes as ours, we hope that you found the joy mixed in there too.  There is always joy to be found.

With Love, 
The Schnell Family



Saturday, October 27, 2018

For Balloons, For Friends, For Adventure

Once upon a lifetime ago, I lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico.  I don't ever talk about it publicly because other than a precious few moments of light, it was an otherwise very dark and extremely difficult time of my life.

But I did, I lived in Albuquerque for more than three years in my early twenties.  I had an entire life there, friends, a job (retail - it was before I graduated college), restaurants I enjoyed, two different apartments and then a house, and it's where both of my babies were born - delivered by the same doctor in the same hospital just 9 1/2 months apart!  Not far from there, in the mountains near Santa Fe, is where my son is buried.

And then, on my toddler's 2nd birthday, with nothing to offer her except only the hope that whatever was out there was better than where we were, I left my life in New Mexico..... and never looked back.  


The reason it was time to go.

I couldn't have known then that the Universe would find a way to steer my path back to the same area of the world years later as a completely different woman with her now teenager and adoring husband.  But I guess that's how the Universe works - mysteriously and purposefully - and honestly, it's because of that that I'm not all that surprised to find myself here again. 
I am married to a Soldier now, he is stationed at Fort Bliss, Texas, and we live in El Paso, just 4 hours south of the city where I left a beloved piece of me up in the mountains forever.  But even though we have been living here for more than a year now, I haven't felt any desire to go back to that piece, no matter the distance.  There are ghosts in Albuquerque that I need to make peace with, and I'm just not sure yet if I have the energy to make it.

But, the Universe does all things for a reason and there has to be a reason why I am back in this area of the world long after I had walked away from the most awful part of my life.  And if I was being honest with myself, I couldn't help but be just a teeny bit curious what it would be like to go back as the person I am now, in the place that I am now - a safe and loved place.  

Of the very few pleasant memories I have of my time in Albuquerque, the Balloon Fiesta was one of them.  Fall is my absolute most favorite time of year and I remember waking up every morning for one entire week in early October to hundreds of hot air balloons filling up the morning sky.  

I remember it being a breathtaking sight.

But I never made it to the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta - the world's largest hot air balloon festival (and some even say the most photographed event on earth)!  Other than watching the balloons from wherever I was in the city, I never made it to the fiesta to see them up close.  I had always wanted to, but was always too busy navigating all of the things life was throwing at me at the time (and doing a terrible job of it).  So when Eric, Isabelle, and I came back to this area of the world, I knew that eventually the Balloon Fiesta was something I would want to see before the Army sends us somewhere else.  I knew that I especially wanted to see it now, with my daughter and husband by my side, and adventure in my soul.  

Ghosts be damned, I was still going to seek adventure, even if that adventure was in Albuquerque, New Mexico.








The Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta is held in Albuquerque every October, and this year Eric's mom, step-dad, and sister made plans to attend.  Since they were going to be just 4 hours away from us it was important for us to see them, and we knew it would make for the perfect weekend getaway.  Except that for us, the Army was busy making plans, changing them, pulling Eric into work stuff for days at a time, scheduling other things for him to focus on, changing those things, and then all of that stuff changed completely and suddenly and we're still trying to get our bearings on it all and are currently adjusting to the new things.  So we have been in a constant unknown for a couple of months now and had no way of committing to anything outside of Eric's work life, especially anything fun like spending time with family at The International Balloon Fiesta.

But any military family will tell you that when there is a gap in the Army's plans, no matter how tiny that gap, you take it!  So that's what we did!  When the sudden changes happened it allowed Eric a minute to take some time away from work, so at the very last second we headed out of town to see the world's largest hot air balloon festival and to spend time with our family!






The Fiesta is very weather-dependent and there really isn't a better day to attend than another during the week, just so long as you go on a good weather day.  But the most popular event is the morning mass ascension - when all of the balloons go up at the same time - and that was what we all really wanted to see!  So we all woke up before dawn on Saturday morning, only a few hours after we arrived to town late the night before, and headed out to the balloon park where we got to walk among the balloons, balloon crews and pilots.  
I've never seen a hot air balloon up close before.  I could assume that they're gigantic, I mean if you can make out their details from the ground then they must be humongous, and they are, but there is just something about being right next to them that is magical and so much more special than seeing them from a distance.  I was surprised at how many balloons there were and how close they all were to each other, most even touching as they lifted off the ground.  It was just the coolest thing ever!  Like being in a balloon forest!  And y'all know, my soul thrives on being in any sort of forest!  (But I think a balloon forest might be my most favorite kind of forest!)

And what was surprising, too, was how fast they went from being a pile of fabric on the ground to being a giant poofy balloon a hundred feet in the air!  It only took a matter of minutes to inflate and lift off!  And since we were able to talk to the pilots and crew, we got to see the entire process!  I couldn't really tell how intricate the inflation process was because let's be honest, what the hell do I know about inflating a hot air balloon, but it looked like it took a good number of people to make it all go smoothly and safely, and it sure went fast!
Then once they all lifted into the sky, the sky was just filled with all kinds of different shaped balloons with different colors in all directions!  It was as if the sky itself turned into a massive piece of artwork which kept you looking upwards for hours!  And there was nothing but balloons to look at - not a single cloud in the sky!  We had totally lucked out with weather, not only were there not any clouds, but there wasn't any wind so all of the balloons were able to take off as planned for the mass ascension.  

It really was breathtaking and just how I remembered!







A fishy wearing a top hat in balloon form.... I mean, c'mon!  Soooo cuuuuute!

He was my favorite.










Van Gogh! (Except he had both his ear lobes)




We spent all morning at the Balloon Fiesta and it was incredible!  And then when it was time to go I found myself in a bit of a dilemma: we had the rest of our day in Albuquerque to kill.  My adventurous spirit wanted to take advantage of every second to explore the city with my daughter and husband, just like we would in any city we visit together, but the ghosts that I had long ago ran away from I feared were still waiting for me.... and as we were leaving the balloon park, I realized I wasn't ready to face them. 

But.....

I couldn't help but wonder that if I didn't at least venture out towards those ghosts, if the Universe would find a way to keep me here.  While I'm okay with being in El Paso for the time that the Army says we have to be, I don't want to stay for a minute longer than we need to.  There has to be a reason the Universe brought me back to this part of the world after I walked away from the most awful part of my life so many years ago, but what that reason was I couldn't even begin to imagine.  Yet, here I am.  I don't believe in coincidences, so I know the Universe is up to something, and I make it a point never to question the Universe's design, only to listen and learn and absorb into my spirit the lessons it is trying to give me.

Ghosts be damned, I was going to have to do some absorbing.

I was not and am not ready to visit my son's grave.  I don't know if I will ever be.  I will decide when and if I am ready to go to his grave, not the Universe.  But besides that, whether I liked it or not, I was in a place from my past that I had no intention of ever revisiting... and I was about to revisit it.  So as long as the Universe understood that I had my limits on where we definitely would not be going, I thought that maybe a quick (very quick) walk around the mall I used to work at would appease the Universe, and then that way I could make my argument to go back to the hotel for a nap since I was exhausted and would have thoroughly done my part in whatever shenanigans the Universe was up to with steering my path backwards.  

Sounded like a plan to me!

I thought I had blocked out a lot of my years in Albuquerque... until we were actually in Albuquerque and I realized I remembered my way around as if I had never left.... and it was... weird, and made me want to leave but then want to see more, which was weird too and then I started to feel all sorts of ways and I wasn't sure I liked it.
The mall I used to work at was updated and nicer than I remembered.  Most of the stores and restaurants were the same and in the same place, but then the updated things made the mall seem newer and I was happy for that.  Mostly I was happy that I no longer have to work in retail (I'm a much better dental hygienist), but thankful for the experience it brought me and the lessons I learned during that time.  I wasn't sad walking around that mall and it was really neat being able to talk about some of the things that happened while I worked there with my daughter and husband - like that one time a man walked into the store I worked at wearing all black, black gloves that completely covered his hands, and a full face motorcycle helmet with a blacked-out face shield that he kept down and refused to take off or put the face shield up so we all thought we were about to get robbed.  Eric, Isabelle, and I laughed at what an idiot he was and I'm guessing still is.

On the way back to the hotel we drove past the hospital where my babies were born.  And that was all that I was ready to see from my past.  But as I was quickly embracing those few parts from my past, I began to remember the life that I had there, and that there was more that I could have seen if I had been ready to, and that actually, I wouldn't have minded to see more if I could have taken my time.  I still have dear friends that live there and have kept in touch with all these years that I DEFINITELY would like to make time to go back to see. 

What my spirit absorbed from the Universe that weekend is that the ghosts that are in Albuquerque aren't there to hurt me; that what was there hurting me... can't anymore.  And that the city deserves to be explored and visited just like I would any other city in this amazing world we live in.  

I was so sweetly reminded that I am safe and loved, and that yes, I can go back.  If I'm ready, when I'm ready.  

For balloons, for friends, for adventure.  

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Labor Day 2018 in Arizona

Before Isabelle's school schedule and Eric's work schedule could get the best of us this Fall, we decided to high tail it out of town and go somewhere.  But I must have been off my trip planning game though, because finding that somewhere proved to be way harder than I anticipated it to be.  

Eric, Isabelle, and I reeeealllly needed to get out of town for a minute.  El Paso is a great city with great people, but I can't tell you that it's our most favorite place that we've ever been to and it does something to us when we're here for too long.  But the Army would only let Eric go so far for the weekend he had off, so I wracked my brain for a good while trying to find somewhere we could go to get away but that wasn't too far.  Except that El Paso is pretty far from a lot of places.  All of those places are places we would really like to see while we are on this side of the world, close to El Paso or not, but we were a little limited on how far we could go this time.  I Googled until I couldn't Google anymore and wasn't having any luck finding anywhere close-ish to here that would be a place we could spend time exploring and I was beginning to feel that maybe I had no trip planning game at all anymore when....

I FOUND IT! 






TOMBSTONE, ARIZONA!  

Eric, Isabelle, and I packed our bags for a weekend trip to the Wild West!  We made the simple 4.5 hour drive to Tombstone where we were transported back in time to the 1880's Wild West of America!

It. Was. So. Cool!

We drove into Tombstone, parked the car, and started falling in love with every bit of the teeny tiny town with a giant personality!

Eric and I don't usually go anywhere with a whole lot of expectations.  We like to experience the world exactly as the world is, whether it's good or bad we make it a rule never to make demands of it.  We figure the world will give us a story no matter what and we've found that going at it without expectations allows us to receive more purely what the world wants to give.  But, we do loooooove an experience, and Tombstone was an experience!  We immediately fell in love with the atmosphere and knew we were going to have a blast.

Everyone was dressed up as they would be in the 1880's, the buildings and businesses were set up to look as though they would be back then too and I just couldn't get enough of it!  Eric especially loved it, and I had to laugh at how excited he was at everything because he doesn't often show much excitement (it was adorable).  Maybe it's because we honest-to-goodness had no idea what to expect when we got there and as long as our butt's weren't in El Paso for a few days we were going to be happy, but Tombstone ended up being way cooler than we imagined it to be!




 Photobombed!



The famous gunfight at the O.K Corral took place on October 26, 1881 and is what made the names of Doc Holliday, Wyatt Earp, and his brothers, Virgil and Morgan, go down in history as some of the most famous lawmen of the wild west.  
The showdown is one of the most famous gunfights of all gunfights and represents a time in our history when the American frontier was an open range for outlaws who were mostly unopposed by any kind of penalty or law enforcement.  They say that 30 shots were fired in 30 seconds, but I'd like to know who was honestly counting?  Virgil and Morgan Earp were badly wounded in the shootout but survived, and Doc Holliday suffered a superficial hip wound but also survived.  Three of the the outlaws died during the gunfight, while Ike Clanton ran in fear when the shots began.  Only Wyatt Earp emerged completely unscathed, cementing his name in American history forever.  

Movies have been made about these men and the gunfight (starring a 1990's Val Kilmer.... yum!), and Tombstone takes special care to do live reenactments every day.  I'm just giving y'all some context for some of my pictures.  The very first few pictures I posted above are of some reenactments too but I didn't catch what they were reenacting, but it's the pictures below that are of the reenactment of the infamous gunfight at the O.K Corral between the Earps and the Cowboys in 1881.  It seemed like everyone in Tombstone was in character of some kind and we were all apart of the show in one way or another.  It was seriously so cool!



"Doc Holliday" 


Morgan, Virgil, & Wyatt Earp

Me in front of the real O.K Corral



Eric, Isabelle, and I stayed in Tombstone all day and evening exploring every bit of the town.  The town is very small so it was all about going slow and enjoying the experience of it, which was exactly what we had hoped for for our weekend away!  We ate dinner at a saloon where an older gentleman was singing and I ordered a margarita that the bartender put a few extra shots of tequila in and I was feeling all kinds of awesome by the time we headed out to our hotel.

Our hotel was a replica of an old west town.  It was the cutest, most peaceful hotel we've ever stayed at.  I'm sure I've said that a bazillion times about hotels all over Europe, but this time I really mean it.  This place was so cute!  They had horseback riding available and trails to hike and a saloon with board games that you could borrow and then go play while rocking in the rocking chairs outside of your hotel room while listening to the folk singer inside the saloon - I mean....c'mon


Cornhole!




This was our room, the Bordello. 

The morning horseback riding group just getting started!

Eric and I woke up early the next morning so that we could hike a bit before breakfast.  We let Isabelle sleep in and snuck out the door to explore around the hotel.  There were big rocks that looked to be perfect for climbing and I was itching to get out there.  Since this was all right behind our hotel I knew that we were safe to go out without any supplies, not like our disastrous hike a few weeks ago.  Eric and I vowed not to go hiking again until we purchased a few hiking necessities and we haven't done that yet (we figure they'll make for great Christmas gifts), but we were literally right behind the hotel so we didn't pay any mind to bringing anything with us other than our hotel key and my camera.  

We worked up a bit of an appetite as we climbed rocks and boulders.  As we would climb one rock pile we would see another and make our way over to that pile, then we'd see another and another and keep climbing.  We could see over top of the horses and got to watch the handlers getting them ready for their morning ride.  Unfortunately the clouds hadn't cleared yet so we didn't get to see much of a sunrise, but it was still beautiful all the same.

At some point Eric and I decided to make our way back down, then we woke up our teenager and had a home cooked breakfast.  It was such a great way to get our day started!


My buddy


Horses! 



Since Tombstone is teeny tiny, we knew before we ever left El Paso that we were going to have to find other things to do to fill our time other than just watching reenactments.  Not that we didn't love the reenactments, it's just that we definitely wanted to maximize our time in that corner of Arizona.  So after I pinpointed a destination, I stretched my search out a bit to look for more things to do and found Saguaro National Park!

The park is located just outside of Tucson and about an hour from Tombstone.  I found that they have a 'Cactus Forest Loop Drive' and I immediately knew we had to go!

Buuuut....

A few weeks ago Eric and I were in a very bad and very dangerous situation on a hike in the Franklin Mountains that really affected me.  I have fallen madly in love with hiking and have set some ambitious hiking goals which needs for me to practice hiking on all kinds of trails so that I can eventually get to those goals.  But I refuse to go back out on any trails until we get better prepared, which just means that we need to buy a few hiking essentials.  To be honest, we already should have those essentials and it's embarrassing that we don't.  I'm not sure that we can even consider ourselves actual "hikers" without them, but whatever, until we get a few things I absolutely won't go hiking again (but I still consider myself a real hiker {hair flip}).  
I'm also having major issues about being in the desert since our hike-gone-wrong.  Y'all... we **live** in the desert.  So I have anxiety pretty much every time I leave air conditioning, and I have to have water with me every time I leave the house.  When I tell you that that hike affected me, I mean, it affected me.  That hike a few weeks ago was really truly that bad, and we did not think we were going to make it out without help.  I wasn't and am not exaggerating it.  So going back into the desert to see all the cacti was something I was going to have to get my mind right for.



The Cactus Forest Loop Drive is an 8 mile scenic drive that winds through a saguaro forest.  It is a paved, one-way road that begins at the visitor center and allows you to stop as often as you want to take pictures and get as up-close and personal to all the cactus you could possibly imagine!

Since we knew that we would be driving through the desert, Eric and I packed 2 gallons of water and put them in the trunk of our car before we ever left El Paso.  I knew that the scenic drive meant that we weren't going to have to hike anywhere if we didn't want to from the research I had done, so if I got too hot I could jump back into the car whenever I needed to and wanted to.  But this is the thing about my husband... he is so empathetic and never makes me feel silly, and he knew that that wasn't enough to calm my fears.  So he stopped to top off the gas tank before we got to the national park.  Knowing that the car had a full tank of gas made me feel secure because I knew I had access to air conditioning at all times, and that we weren't going to get stranded out in the middle of the desert.  Also, Eric had packed three more extra giant water bottles that he had put behind the drivers seat unbeknownst to me, one for each of us, so that when I felt anxious he could gently tell me that there is water in the back seat where I could reach it if I needed it.  He did this because he understands me.  He did this because I take care of him in our every day life, and he takes care of me.  He did this because he understands my anxiety about being in the desert and because he too was affected by the very awful situation we had experienced together, and he knows I'm not being silly or over dramatic.   

I don't know what I would do without him. 

Since Eric took the time to care for my fears before we ever arrived at the park, I was able to completely enjoy our day!  It truly was a cactus forest!  You might not be able to see all of them in my pictures, but there are cacti of all shapes and sizes for as far as you can see!  Most are as tall as houses or taller!  It was really beautiful and really cool!






Ouch 


Big fella!









For our last little bit of time in Arizona we decided to go to the town of Bisbee.  It is a small town nestled in the Mule Mountains and is a very artsy, folksy sort of place.  Eric is NOT an artsy, folksy kind of guy, but he married the granddaughter of the most extraordinary artsy woman this world has ever seen, so he has a special place in his heart for the arts that that most extraordinary woman introduced him to before she left this physical world.

We didn't stay in Bisbee for long, just long enough to wander around and see the Historic District and enjoy the artsy vibe.  We were all really tired after spending the day in a cactus forest, if we were going to sit and enjoy music and food, we wanted to do it at our hotel.  But we seemed to be the only people who didn't want to stay because everyone else who was there found a cafe to settle into and listened to music and didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon.  

So don't be like the Schnell's!  Go to Bisbee and stay awhile!  You'll love it!










I haven't figured out if I'm good at planning trips, or if it's just the way that my little family approaches the world that makes our experiences so great.  Not all of our trips have been great, but all of our trips have given us a story, and I personally consider that to be great, and I'll take what I can get when the world is so generous to give.  But this trip... was more than we expected.  I think I was on top of my trip planning game, for sure!  I was just a little out of practice.  {hair flip}  

Sometimes, when finding that somewhere is hard, that somewhere finds you.