Fresh off the conveyor belt...
I've been preoccupied for the past 10 years with "on the job" training. Now, that it's done, I'm re-experiencing the life of a free man.
Recently, I found this upscale, little paleta shop hidden on a side street in the historic district of Chandler. (In case you don't know, a paleta is a Latin-American popsicle made from fresh fruit ingredients. If you haven't ever tried Sandia (fresh watermelon and mint), it's worth adding to your repertoire.
Before that, I drove to Sedona to play in the creek and search for the legendary vortexes with my niece and nephews. Sitting back with your feet in the cool, clear creek as the sun filters through the pines makes a serene summer evening. Even the drive to and from there is detoxifying. I believe road trips are fuel for the soul.
Show me a girl who's up for an adventure and we'll make it happen. I've decided peaceful relationships run on great conversation and loving the person more than the activity. My benchmark is liking someone well enough to be happy even doing absolutely nothing with them. After that, road trips to Sedona are just icing on the cake.
I'm trying not to miss any of the seasonal paleta flavors. Wanna go?