Growing up in Arizona, we definitely didn’t appreciate the desert like we do now. In a lot of ways, we just didn’t think it was special. We thought every fourth grade kid in America learned about cacti, rattlesnakes and haboobs (look it up, it’s a real thing). As we got older, though, and started traveling more, we realized what Dorothy did: there’s really no place like home. And there really isn’t. The Sonoran Desert only exists in this small pocket of the globe. Because of that, one of our new favorite traditions is welcoming out-of-town friends and giving them something we’ve dubbed the Demos Desert Tour. It’s a few days of nothing but prickly pear margaritas, leisurely desert walks (we’re not exactly the hiking type) and afternoons laying out by the pool — with BUCKETS of sunscreen for Amy’s Irish-on-Irish-on-Irish skin. Jordan doesn’t have that problem. He’s golden brown like Greek God with natural, built-in SPF. Just ask him.
there’s really no place like home
Stephanie and Chris, we absolutely loved our afternoon with you! You’re both so sweet and, in so many ways, embody that famous midwestern kindness and charm. Even though you’re gone — and Arizona misses you already! — we feel excited that, because of our time together, you’ll always have a little piece of the desert in your home.
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