Sarah Too

So there we were, Kelly and I. Out West early before a work-sanctioned workshop. In the Tucson airport via Dallas-Ft. Worth. A seemless cross-country flight. No babies crying. No real turbulence. No aggressive seatmates hogging the armrest. And rain. In the desert. RAIN. Where are we? Apparently, we missed the hurricane-force gusts of wind the previous night -- with threats of tornadoes touching down. And according to our car rental agent, with the freakish weather, there's no telling what the next day would bring.

Fortunately, our GPS brought us safely to our accomodations -- The Westward Look Resort -- on the North side of the 'Son. It is the self-touted "Soul of the Southwest". I fear for the soul of the SW. I think it may have traded itself to the Devil -- the resort is surrounded by subdivisions and strip malls. It is also surrounded by this:

The Catalina Mountains overlook the firepit at the resort.

When Kelly and I arrived at the resort it was, of course, dark out, so we didn't see the mountain vistas or the powerlines or the houses right next to the property. Regardless of these small details, the resort is absolutely lovely. The lobby has a fireplace and an old adobe mission feel to it.

After we settled into our room, Kelly and I headed to Wildflower, which provided us with a frickin' amazing taste experience. We split the asparagus goat cheese bruschetta appetizer, and washed it down with some delicioso cocktails. Try the Blood Orange Margarita or the Black Rose. You won't be disappointed. For dinner I had the perfectly-portioned Sweet Potato Marscarpone Tortelli. Writing the name of the entree has me jonesing for more! It was so fantastic!! And because we simply could not resist -- Kelly and I split the uber-scrumptious Chocolate Sin Bars. The bars tasted exactly as they sound -- sinful, chocolaty, and decadent. What more could my sweet tooth ask for?! Absolutely nothing.

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