I can’t say that I have spent much time in the desert but it is a place I always wanted to visit. In college my roommate and best friend was from Arizona. She was studying abroad a semester and needed to bring her car back home. I happily agreed to tag along on the drive from Dallas to Scottsdale. I couldn’t wait to see a different part of the country. I remember thinking how much I loved the landscape. My friend, who grew up with it, was less than impressed. But I loved the wide open spaces, the muted colors, and the random mountain of red rock. Growing up in Houston this was all so new and beautiful to me. All I could think about were the cowboys and Indians back in the 1800’s and how they would ride their horses on those same exact fields. I know that sounds nuts, but I love making up stories and relating them back to history.
This past weekend my husband surprised me with a trip to Arizona to check off some major bucket list items (more coming on that). To me, desert style means boots, hats, scarves, and minimalist clothing. I know the desert can get cool at night so I tied a denim shirt around my waist in case I might need it. The desert and our trip was so calming and re-centering. I can’t wait to go back!