April 22, 2016 1 Comment
I’m going to do something unprecedented, write with extreme brevity.
Couldn’t resist a shot of the classic pink adobe.
Though this adobe isn’t my new home, these are some of my new apt flatmates.
There really couldn’t have been more of a circuitous way of arriving in this community. My head said simply, head south, plan B was to head to northern France to help with the refugees along the coastline facing Great Britain.
I’ve since learned that French speaking skills will come in handy here because among a large number of refugees from all over the world coming to Tucson because of its low cost of living, there is a significant African population.
I’ve contacted several refugee resettlement groups here in Tucson, the IRC and the Lutheran Social Services of the Southwest-Refugee Focus program to volunteer in various capacities such as being assigned to a family to maintain continuity and build trust. I will also volunteer at the
Tucson Wildlife center. In the meantime looking for ways of employing my skills in a variety of different ways.
I’ve discovered that there’s a substantial number of writers, artists and musicians living in this town. I had to bypass an ultimate frisbee hat tournament (on a sort of stormy day) to attend the Spring Arts Open House festival Heart of Tucson Art. There I met with a number of artists in the intimacy of their own homes, checking out their art and chatting. Among my bicycle mode of transportation to go from here to there, I’ve amassed some photos.
My path to arrive here may appear completely haphazard, as I had mentally crossed off all communities not lying on the coasts, and yet I’m finding many of the things that a city can offer, as well as complete wilderness in a matter of an hour bike ride; yes, pleasantly surprised.
Now I have a bicycle, not the one pictured here which I used to move from Plan B, in which less is indeed more.
The desert is full of extremes.
And within minutes, one can leave the outskirts of the mostly one and two storied homes to reach the wilderness. Biking and hiking are common extracurricular activities around this plain surrounded by mountains.
the quirky, Skipper riding his bicycle several times across the country who was passing through
whom I met where I was fixing my bicycle at BICAS
And where one’s bicycle can easily deliver them to wilderness.
Yet the culture is far from a desert…
If you look closely, these people are not walking a dog, but their cat. The cat was actually boldly prancing toward a poodle. What? Fantastic!
And its humor.