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Arizona Spring Training - Beers and Cheers


Since I met Bill he has been talking about going back to spring training in Arizona, and this year we finally got to go!  We packed our car up and headed out on a Friday evening and our 4 hour drive turned into 7 when we finally arrived at Bill’s Aunt and Uncle’s house (Rain and a flooded highway… the stuff of good stories).  As soon as we arrived, I was so glad we came.  Paul and Alice are such wonderful hosts and have such a welcoming attitude.  They stayed up late to hang with us and that meant so much to us.  We had such a blast!  I cannot believe we have not gone sooner.  We hit two different stadiums, saw the Angel’s win, stayed up in the hot tub laughing, spent time with dear friends and family, visited a local brewery and soaked up some sunshine. 

Bill and I love going to baseball games.  It was even worked into our wedding “theme”.  There is something magical about baseball stadiums, a tangible energy.  Maybe it is the yogi in me that senses the energy ha, but I am always just excited to arrive at a stadium, smell the hot dogs, get a cold beer in my hand and feels peanut shells beneath my feet.  Even though I complain when it is hot out, I secretly love it.  It is one of my absolute favorite ways to spend a summer day, just sitting at a baseball game with my guy.


We met family and friends there and our sweet godson was such a trooper.  He just fell asleep and ran around and we made it work.  His parents are some of our favorites, and just being around them is all we need.  We had the most killer pizza the last night and recognized that our friendship is one that we hold dear.  As usual, Ali and I cried when we parted ways, and we all discussed how we should live near each other.  Sigh…One day friends, one day.

Will we go again? You bet!  Paul and Alice, keep that guest room ready.  

Can’t wait for another visit!



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