I was going to have a friend join me for a couple of days in Arizona. I found out about the extreme altitude and quickly suggested that he join me at sea level. My inability to form coherent thoughts is not nearly the worst of my symptoms. The headaches and nausea aren't even so bad. The trouble comes with how insane I get with my moods. I have the patience of a child and as soon as I get the least bit frustrated (which happens with little provocation here) I feel ready to rip people's heads off and then, while holding their heads in my hands, start bawling my eyes out. Oh, I'm a good time once I get above 4,000 feet. Have you seen "The Exorcist"? You know the part where the little girl's head spins around? That's me with altitude sickness.
Anyhoo, a quick update on my travels. Two words: San Diego. And a word to describe the Diego: heaven. In La Jolla, I stayed with a friend that has life figured out. La Jolla takes the award for Best Place to Live. Not only does my friend live in La Jolla, but she is just blocks from the beach in a house that my sister-in-law has accurately dubbed "The Barbie Dreamhouse." I have a new goal in life and it is to follow in Sarah's footsteps. She has done it right. I spent a week there while having some of the most amazing and relaxing days of my life. I know that is an extreme statement, but I stand by it.
Now its three days in Flagstaff seeing Sedona, Phoenix and the Grand Canyon. Then I move on to Santa Fe for a couple of days of soaking in the New Mexico scene. Then its to Denver to catch a plane to Pittsburgh for Christmas. After the new year, its hard to say exactly what I'll be up to but its looking like I'll be spending the winter in Portland, Oregon. Its calling me back but I figure I better see if I can survive a Portland winter before making a full move. I'll keep you updated.
Its time to see the Grand Canyon. Please ignore any spelling mistakes or grammar faux-pas in the above post. I should be thinking a bit more clearly by the next entry. No promises, though.
