fifteen things to love about viva.

today was completely low-key. we said goodbye to melissa and stacey as they headed back to phoenix and flagstaff respectively.

ki joined us as we went to lunch at baggins. after that he departed to spend some time with ms. emma and mr. isiadore (his mom and dad). rachel met up with us and we went on a search for some local art.

we stumbled into a beautiful little craft shop (see www.artistsatwork.com) and found some beautiful handmade silver and ceramic pieces for a great deal. the shop owner henry was super helpful and provided us with many laughs and advice on getting the delicate pieces 3,000 miles home.

after that we went back to stacey’s parents for a little nap before heading to ki’s mom and dad’s. our visit was short with his folks, and we then went to viva burrito. for those of you who have not experienced this amazingness... below are fifteen reasons to love love love viva burrito:

(1) they cube their chicken

(2) they stew said chicken in deliciousness

(3) their tortillas are deliciously fresh

(4) they give you more salsa than one could want (which is equally amazing)

(5) even when it’s too spicy it’s damn good

(6) their burritos are stuffed with equal portions of chicken, cheese, and sour cream

(7) their drive thru cashiers speak little english but rarely mess it up

(8) their sour cream is thick and evenly disbursed throughout

(9) it’s large

(10) numerous locations

(11) open 24 hours

(12) the cheese gets gooey and melds with everything forming a scrumptious sauciness

(13) it’s appx. $3.49 for the best meal ever

(14) rarely a wait, and when there is... always worth it... more salsa

(15) chicken, cheese, and sour cream.

we retired back to the homestead and sabine got her first viewing of the ghetto bird. for those not from az or other places that partake... the “ghetto bird” is a police helicopter. at around 12:30am rachel and sabine were doing a load of laundry in the room outside and heard what can only be described as scene from cops... the tv show that is. three gunshots in rapid succession with the barking dogs to boot. they thought the most appropriate plan of action would be to close the laundry room door and whisper. while continuing to do the laundry. excellent plan. never fear though, the ghetto bird was soon to follow shining it’s big ‘ol spotlight right down the street to make for a lovely conclusion to the evening. more fun tomorrow.